Homophonic Translation, or The Joy of Nonsense

In debt to our host,
eggs and plums fall – help her! – 
the fruit is falling.
Overseas, ingenious 
males at the university meet taxis
that snore and sleep. Not that I regret
the snore I reaped.
Stay! Jean has fallen.

 

From It Is Autumn 

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