The cat sat under the willow tree
And watched the river
And saw some birds flying
ANd wanted a kiss from her
And thought of that time
Of that time in the future when they meet
and the smooth tarmack begins
through the forest to our dreams dancing for eros
cuchoned, and reclining on clouds in paintings bu wateau
my spirit drift unquiet
Thinking about his taste for eden
licking apples
My spirit is errant and restless
The wood burns to glowing crimson embers
And the mother bird returns to the nest
the river meets the sea
The circle of life
the spermatozoa meet the egg
and dARWINIAN THEORIES ARE MORE CONVINCING
cONTEXTUALITY SAVES THE NEST
WE KISS
LOVE OVERCOMES HATE LIKE A CATARACT FALLING ON A FLIMSY LEAF
WHILST THE LAKES REFLECTION LAUGHS AT MY MINSTRELCY
bUT I SPOT THE DEW AND YOUR SPIRIT HAS FOUND REPOSE
A DINER WITH MICKY MOUSE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem