With the guitars of Wichi Nogueras
and Ramón Fernández Larrea
And all these men who are dancing,
Are they going to die? Yeah!
And the barbarians who don't come
To the poem of the Greek, are they going to die? Oh yeah!
And the blue bird that rouses me
From the horrible nightmare
In which I splash about, covered in mud maybe? Yeah, yeah!
And the children, for God's sake,
The children who knock over the hamper of their voices
In the middle of our stupid story?
Yes, babe!
And the moon clean-shaven with lavender slapped on
And the girl crazy as the birds
And the rivers where death bathes once and thrice
And God's idiot daybreaks
And all the poets the haughty the pure of heart
The amorous the solemn the lice-ridden
All the arrogant and supercilious poets
Are they going to die? Yeah! Three times yeah!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem