Trudging the wind between Bed, Bath and Beyond
And the Warehouse, I had a few kindly thoughts about Keats
And Fanny Brawne and how they missed out on the joys
Of setting up a home in a dream of empyrean domesticity.
Somehow - I'll see them right now - in measured retrospect:
Young homemakers expecting a baby 'JK' on the way -
Careful in spending Jake's limited stipend as a tutor in English Lit,
Looking for a suitable vacuum cleaner and some table mats.
Now she was having to step aside from her policy analyst role in Women's Affairs
Things would not be easy but ‘they had each other' -
They would remember these as the best days of their lives
Far too full of excitement and momentum for lyric poetry.
Even though he had to make his way at the University
And she, having turned the line blue, was absolutely in the pink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem