Translated by William O’Daly
Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?
Poems of the Everyday
the attribution of human qualities to a non-human thing
a question asked for effect, not necessarily to be answered