A musing monkey,
A beasty Shelley,
I doubt exists,
Except in chimp-ish minds.
Orangutan lyricists
(At best)
Write of the flea
Or swollen red behinds.
No, I doubt that apes write poetry.
For that would be like Keats,
Swinging from the vines.
(1987)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem