I have translated it into English from the original version of a Bengali poem by Saidul Islam.


Song for American Children


How easily you fill up the blackboard with white letters. As soon as you utter 'A', all the apples of the world drop down to the edges of your lips. 'B' for bananas that rush to your classrooms like a flock of giraffes with straightened necks at the wind's speed. It's childhood when each of you becomes a little cat. In the dark, you keep awake in our pots. You love dogs; not for anybody else do your hearts sob like this.

Quickly you step across each of the letters. The stairs. Each of the countries.

All your interest, fascination, is the human body. Everyday the atomic surprise that swells in your bones covers up the whole of our world. We hang up like skeletons in your laboratories.






Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-05-18 at 16:04

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lynne ireland
i like your poetry very much,one day you will be famous,
2006-08-01


Onyeka Nwelue
This is so beautiful, but somewhat hazy and narrative...

You write and translate so well.
2006-05-18