All right.
And here's a more serious one about poetry.
And this one I'll read first in Spanish.
It's called Ars poética, 1970.
Las letras de un poema no son las piececillas
de una máquina el mapa perfecto para explicar la
teoría molecular las letras de un poema son los días en que
no tuve tus noticias la foto de la
muchacha asesinada tan parecida a ti la absurda
muerte de Alfredo las arenas que se nos metieron en los ojos
las promesas hechas mientras el bus corría entre Orly e Inválidos
Luego viene algo como el olvido un olvido organizador
Por eso es que los poetas se persignan entre carcajadas
ante la teoría del conocimiento.
And so here it is in English.
Ars Poetica, 1970.
The letters of a poem aren't little machine bits
Some perfect map of molecular theory
The letters of a poem are the days I had no news
The photograph of the girl who was shot
Who looked so much like you
Alfredo's absurd death
The sands that got in our eyes
The promises made as the bus shuttled
between Orly and Invalides
Then comes something like forgetting
A forgetting that makes things fall into place
Which is why poets cross themselves and laugh
At the idea of a theory of knowledge.