Classic Poem

Summer noon
I passed under a large kihada tree,
turned to the left,
reached a stone fence with wax-pinks,
passed a temple gate,
walked down a small path, to the right.
When I passed through a village of suffering people,
a young man
who looked like Dylan Thomas
came out of a house.
He walked before me
in sportswear and wooden clogs;
he crossed to the right.
He dropped in
at the house of his neighbor acquaintance.
" You there, people,
would you lend me a broadax? "
Eternity.