to say there is more time
or to say there is not
hemmed in by a round low wall
for crowds to come and see
are we separated by ideas from
these leopards and these beasts
how much time is there in time
to discipline to cheer to comfort
and who will cry the tears
of a red brick wall the high one
that says there is no time
so then my love when you
are back from your west land
come and see me
that we can talk about this
in the south
for they are increasing rapidly
and though they are not a threat
should there not be a line of sorts
to divide a leopard from a bull?
what strangeness of times we live in
and who will spill the word
of a red brick wall the high one
that says there is no time
for you traded me for a waste land
east and north of the real me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem