In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear,
old passports can't do that.
W. H. Auden
They want me to leave like I did not want to leave
So I tell them I am leaving
But by the first
or fifth step
They run after me
so that I iron their air
Dig their ditch
where they must change costumes.
Yesterday was the same
I understood clearly
they want me to leave
That's what they discussed while I looked after their children.
I played what they played in Upper Volta
For example
The chair is called sink the door sardine
The table plate and the shoes silla
So the children shouted
Yellow
Open for us the sardine.
It was a game and they told me to go
That I had to teach them the words
as they should have been
For example
opening the mouth
is called
laughing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem