Trilce I: Who's making that din
Who's making that din, and won't let
the rising islands be accounted.
A little more regard
till it's late, early,
and the guano can be better
assayed, the simple putrid-trove
the briny pelican gratuitously offers
the insular heart
at every hyaloid fling.
A little more regard
and the liquid manure, six in the evening
OF THE PROUDEST B-FLATS.
And the peninsula arches
its back, muzzled, unafraid,
on the deadly line of balance.
Translated by Michael Smith and Valentino Gianuzzi
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