sonnets for Joshua Beckman I
Incomplete dreams. And easy
morning. Towels are spinning. The pinwheel
is dappled. Incomplete morning.
And easy dreams. Trash men are clearing
glass cans. This is morning pinwheel.
Quite improper for incomplete
dreams. Mist. Leftovers of rain on oxeyes
and chrysanthemums. Close to beginning of November.
First smell of winter. Easy trash men.
Dappled rain and incomplete flowers.
Improper November. It always begins with
trash men and ventilated coats.
Close to beginning. First smell of November
of ventilated rain. Incomplete dreams.
Translated by Ana Pepelnik