the mouse in the hole who loves the hole,
how the serpent's tail shimmers as one has
tossed it with a long stick out the door
shouting - the door shouts too -
"be gone! no more! "
one has learned to shake the sheets,
the pants, the socks, the heel-worn shoes
before the getting into because
scorpions and spiders dwell therein
and even a snake loves a warm bed
a pillow for its head
found once a skin shed on a flower-patterned
pillow case where fleecy lambs forever pink
silently bleat as the cloth grows thin from
head wear, dream wear
because I was once a sleeping man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem