I have been wondering what degree of control poets (writers) will have on the use of their work on the internet under the Google Book Settlement; it's something I still have to look into. In the meantime I found a site of translations of poets' works, particularly Spanish poets, and there in the middle was a translation of one of my own.Chuffed and all as I was to be included, surely it's only reasonable to consult authors; surely that level of understanding can exist at least between lovers of poetry.
Anyway this is the poem under copyright to myself and the Dedalus Press; it was in "Sunfire"
The baby in the tree
The baby in the tree
is screaming.
High above the pathway
near the black tips
of the sycamore branches
he is gaping,
white membraned luminous.
How did he get there?
He blew there in the wind;
it took him
like a flag from his cot
till he was stretched
across the boughs
like the wings of a bat.
And who sees him?
I do;
all his hopeless writhing,
too high for the passerby.
And his screams:
too high,
too high for the passerby.
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