From: Garrison Poems
Long nights
Tales of forbidden love
Small pleasures
And forged permits for leave
Days
Washing the major's car
Mopping the corridors
Running errands for the officers
They lounge under an ash tree
Behind the sergeant's back
a cigarette is passed from hand to hand
As smoke and curses
curl into the air
they envy the freedom of a bird
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Ali.