A cold front moved across the Hudson River
Settling into the concrete streets of Hell's Kitchen
A Postal Canvas Hamper cried in its wheels
While being pushed by a scavenger collecting cardboard refuse
Impatient horns made known their intent
A woman missing teeth with an affluent smile
Rattled a paper cup asking for change
Giving God's blessing in return
And I, lost in my own disappointments
Barely noticed the Opera's drama
Unawares that I had been ‘caste,
In the role as an extra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Toby, too many bare statements here to retain my interest. Also, a couple of usage errors harm the poem (cried IN its wheels? 'caste?) . Maybe stop writing for a while and read LOTS of good contemporary poetry in English, Donald Hall, Billy Collins, Rita Dove) ? if you have time, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Tell me how you like it. Thanks. Yrs, JC