THE WORLD IS SAD/ AND I AM SAD WITH IT
The world is sad
And I am sad with it
Little words, what can they mean?
I wrote this poem yesterday, many times
And today I am writing it again
Old old old
As a phonograph record its needle stuck
Repeating over and over
Its own discordant screeching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem