The Cantos
Ezra,
Did you see my horse?
I saw your shadow in the cage.
I read your Cantos
You returned home, forced, chained
Douglas McCain is on his way
McAuthur, I want to say
The one who isn't like you
Unable he is in poetry
Unaware he is in matching
Avant-gardes and patrons
He's there to revolt and rebel; He
Soul in hand without pen
Walks; doesn't talk
Slouches toward Bethlehem
Say hi if encountered
Say "Hi"
Finish the Cantos
Finish the long, incomplete poem
He too, may, one day
Be lucky; recognized
With a reverse destiny; fortune
To him, say "Hi"
Beneath layers of lies
Hisses and hushes
We buried, drowned
History may one day reckon
Screen right from the wrong...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem