the child is dirty
he peeps upon a hole created by him on the wall of a house
where the rich man lives with his luxuries
how he wishes he were inside that room
and be part of the happy people
he is peeping and always peeping
he is tom
now the girl inside the room sees him and signals with her
hand to let him in
he runs away
he only wants the luxuries of life inside that room
he does not like the curl of the girl's black hair
when the girl is away on a trip with her papa
riding on a white horse towards the prairies
to gather black flowers
the little boy comes back again
his name is really tom
he dreams of life
inside a room away from all people
even before Sartre has articulated it
philosophically
he seems to know that heaven is only the nice room
the people inside it are always hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem