what is the American dream
but the house on the hill
with no doors, but large windows
it has a sweet smelling rose garden
that draws in bees from afar
but they can't get past the white
picket fence, that has no gate,
that can not be crossed
that which entry into can't be bought
even if it could, the golden ticket
like the dream, would be a facade
M ay I suppliment the following lines to your poem! A house without doors And courtyard filled with flowers A small stream nearby And a small boat sailing across
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the inaccessible house, even though it gives the appearance of being completely welcoming. The fence without a gate seems to invite entry but entry is blocked. The last four lines emphasize - with considerable force in the words - this is private space, the prospective visitor will always be an outsider. The fact that this house is so clearly visible on its hill means that we will be continually reminded of our exclusion. This reminds me of the many gated communities that have proliferated in recent years, keeping residents separate from the rest of the population, keeping people apart.