Put a hat on my head- soft grey felt-
a red silk tie, my black shoes polished and shined-
let the flame lick at the hatbrim, consume the crown,
let the fire unloosen my tie, wear out my shoes-
Thus, I stroll by shop windows where angels peer out.
On Paradise Boulevard they'll stop to look-
someone will turn and whisper,
'He writes very brief- very literate- little poems! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem