I was only a young man In those days. On that evening The cold was so God damned Bitter there was nothing. Nothing. I was in trouble With a woman, and there was nothing There but me and dead snow.
I stood on the street corner In Minneapolis, lashed This way and that. Wind rose from some pit, Hunting me. Another bus to Saint Paul Would arrive in three hours, If I was lucky.
Then the young Sioux Loomed beside me, his scars Were just my age.
Ain't got no bus here A long time, he said. You got enough money To get home on?
What did they do To your hand? I answered. He raised up his hook into the terrible starlight And slashed the wind.
Oh, that? he said. I had a bad time with a woman. Here, You take this.
Did you ever feel a man hold Sixty-five cents In a hook, And place it Gently In your freezing hand?
I took it. It wasn't the money I needed. But I took it.
Volunteers needed to translate poetry into different languages. Please help us correct the translation of these poems. We currently have 79,663 translations and are trying to create the largest and most accurate database of world poetry translations. We have started with machine translations which are very inaccurate. Please translate your favorite poem on this site. You will be given credit for your translation and a link to your site if desired. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: These poems have been gathered and submitted by many of people, and from many sources. Most have no copyright. However, some may may have copyrights. We have tried to collect poems that appear on many external sites where the author seems to want to disseminate. If you are an author and do not want your poetry translated into other languages then send a removal request and it will be promptly removed.
Matt Damon
Ben Affleck
George Noory
Charles Barkley
Don Cheadle
Jason Alexander
Montel Williams
Raymond "Ray" Romano
Bibi McGill
Paul Gardener, Esquire
Jim "Supermind" Karol
Halima Rashid
Susaye Greene
Chantelle Paige
Katherine Kovin Pacino
A
