Errors of a pueblo-
There is your brown family gossiping around
A surrendered flag
And on Monday I’ll get up and go to school
Again, noticing all to whom I’ve been around:
See the parade of
Chivalrous insects in a chorus whose songs I
Cannot understand,
While far around here the moats of housewives
Lay with lavender painted toes:
They swing in their own shadows,
And smell like insomnia’s jasmine-
And they lay painted on the road back to the
Orange groves,
Or the smoking prairie grounds of rum:
Listen to them echoing in the bathroom- see them
Playing over the concrete-
They stay up all night batting lashes at foxes
And smelling so bitter sweet:
And the libraries keep their lights on,
And the tourists return to echoes- and the ash
Falls on her shoulders like small cathedrals
As changes to meet him in the tall weeds around
The swing-sets of her echoes:
She changes to meet him, singing like a humming bird
Stuck underneath the moon after midnight-
After all of that metamorphosis was stylized and
All of us were reminded of what was wrong
And what was right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem