The following is part of a longer poem I've been working on. 以下面我最近还在写的一首组诗中的一部分。
Someone like Me
His truth is too small to go public—
The wonder of Mother Nature is too big, and I only need
A cave, a barnyard in front of it, and a tree overlooking them.
I may live with a vegetarian woman and a dwarf horse.
She is the only one, and so I claim without shame
Every woman is beautiful and cosmic,
Especially so in detail, when her private parts are examined close
Because they are as they are, like whorls, loops and arches,
Simply incomparable. And I love to fuck
Or to be fucked when my inner erection cannot grow soft.
When night is dead, all that float during the day will drop,
Arrested at the distant whistle
By which a train pierces through the awakening winter field.
My woman and my pony are angelic,
So am I.