To celebrate you
I decided to send a poem,
Over a mountain,
Across one valley,
From the heart of the underground
To the red deeps of you.
I ask Marx, Lenin and Mao
To help with stand and method.
They offer wonderful suggestions.
Thanks but no thanks.
Suddenly a stranger enters
As spring song of Mendelssohn,
And awakens me like morning
To a surprise of anthuriums
Outside my mullioned window,
Set correctly
In a brilliant moment
Of gentle monsoon rain.
And I want us to see and hear
Together,
Feel in this time and place
Of people’s war
That such things as this
And whatever else should be
Sometimes immediately/
Beautifully just happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem