The River-Merchant Wife (By Ezra Pound) : Another Letter Poem by Farnood Jahangiri

When I observed you going,
Passing from the gate,
I fancied no drying
To the blooming misery.

When I believed I’m alone,
While you were courting the Fish;
I found thorny flowers
To walk in hand in hand with.

While you were on the ferry,
Beguiling the Gulls,
I swear to your giant sperm-whales
I only dared touch your bed.

When you come back I wish that
You forgive my sins
At your absence, and go on
To rouge my skin.