a pointless poem
he sat in the bathtub
the water was cold
for no reason at all
except he was bored
and it was raining
an open umbrella
on the floor
the book he planned
to read
had slipped out of his hands
unreadable
shaking hands
but he must be strong
the book
was about bravery
he thought of death
hastily arose
not a mercurous
figure of man
dried his hands
and smoked a cigarette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem