ROLLER COASTER



For half a century
Poetry was the paradise
Of the solemn fool.
Until I came along
And built my roller coaster.
Go up, if you feel like it.
It's not my fault if you come down
Bleeding from your nose and mouth.

 

translated by Miller Williams
traducido por Miller Williams

 

en: Antipoems: New and Selected (edited by David Unger), New York, New Directions, 1985.


 

SISIB - Facultad de Filosofķa y Humanidades - Universidad de Chile