The rain is very thorough.
Going where I have to go
this summer afternoon
I march west beneath
my own umbrella while
you beneath a floppy hat
dash marvelously east.
Why I wear this uniform
explains why I ignore
the perfume
traipsing in your wake,
the ribbons dancing
in your hair, as I
beneath my own umbrella
keep on marching west.
A very interesting and evocative poem! But the line with uniform in it is confusing- what uniform?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! I didn't see the title! In the Marines we weren't permitted to carry umbrellas in uniform.