Google translating Cuban poetry from a battered soft cover copy of a text published when I was seven, bought in a sticky, bustling, diesel scented market in Havana; the most beautiful cover.

Pasting to preserve my typing:

Midwestern lawyer
the same mediocre lawyer
author of fifteen volumes of poetry
novels and
plays and essays
all of little value today
except the first anthology
Spoon River
one of the best books ever written that no man
never in any language
this type of work do some crazy nobody knows
Pro
not for fame
or money
or to worship anyone or anything
but in a natural way:
suchas child that smeared a wall,
an old man reading a newspaper in the sun
or the baker kneads the bread of the poor
each early morning of god