Caught -- the bubble
in the spirit level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
undecided.
Freed -- the broken
thermometer's mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the rainbow-bird from the narrow bevel of the empty mirror, flying wherever it feels like, gay! a very fine poem. tony