Saturday, April 23, 2005

Billy Collins 'translations"

I have been reading the amazing work of Billy Collins and have decided to do some "translations" of his work as well

here we go


They are, not hardly and it will be idiot stupid one enough, in the love with you to be is a subject, that it in disposed advanced nature in the songs
it carries out and
Poetries. It seems, not to send back for the change. One never not griped me, that everyone to the edge will be, not hardly enough
and it is
It idiots in the love to be stupid with mines, even if this
The concept sure has the spirit of the women and of
crossed of
the similar kind. They are in such way a bellement, too much badly it, stupid a still of the idiot in that one
The years he has, that one does not feel it. Or one is you idiot stupid, for in order finishing, for in order considering it beautiful. That one has guaranteed more, which it is not understood never. A reason means especially in delay this, not beyond the Johnny also
it speaks
Hartman, on, who can fold the dark voice, for in order possessing around to the concepts
in the love, the beauty and the stupidity appreciate the case originate them of the
others. In order to resemble this the smoke, that one, if popular in the top, emandzigarette, that one transforma in that one of left in a plan of the tail,
towards, of
The child has burnt itself
to the three hours the mornings of; it smokes to the light, those polish, if in the nerezza it determined stupidly the beautiful surplus of
here the small slabs were with outside of one, for in order finishing, for in order feeling to speak it with their eyes, those the lamierina
closed of
Top, nevertheless, that one, which they fold since then in music, all of see jenny warden, or turned to the smooth ice in a glass, for the degree in the dream to slip rhythmique. All these idiots who the beauty follows after the midnight, that one does not have one demanded, those, in the order especially to go
Straight conservations to the house, where all in the great nature observe
amazements of the corridor with sax the index, that one hangs of the relative throat like gold of the fish. It advances me in the edge of the period of the practical ones and
the instrument is based down partially and in the characters
down, that it would have games. Therefore it arranges the edges of bitter means of the delta and of
Medium respiration of respiration of screw in it with all. We become related to you, not hardly idiots at all, the be-bop-Solo of the mine of the sehnlichst of desire it begins, for dirsi, not hardly in idiots the rabbet that we will turn without
bellement uniform the acquaintance.