I tilt
bucket-shaped water and
toss it out all at once:
for a moment it floats in the air in the shape of a rhombus
smashes against concrete
flattens screaming
extends feelers as if begging for help
struggles a little
then silently expires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great surreal symbolism. Almost painterly explanation.