“I celebrate the virtues and vices
of suburban middle-class people
who overwhelm the refrigerator
and position colourful umbrellas
near the garden that longs for a pool:
for my middle-class brother
the principle of supreme luxury:
what are you and what am I, and we go on deciding
the real truth in this world.
The truth of that dream we buy on credit
of not going to the office on Saturday, at last,
and the merciless bosses whom the worker
manufactures in indivisible granaries
where executioners were always born
and grow up and always multiply.
We,heroes and poor devils,
the feeble, the braggarts, the unfinished,
and capable of everything impossible
as long as it’s not seen or heard
Don juans, women and men, who come and go
with the fleeting passage of a runner
or of a shy hotel for travelers.
And we with our small vanities,
our controlled hunger for climbing
and getting as far as everybody else has gotten
because it seems that is the way of the world:
an endless track of champions
and in a corner we, forgotten
maybe because of everybody else,
since they seemed so much like us
until they were robbed of their laurels,
their medals, their titles, their names.”
I chose this poem because it was a part of our school curriculum and i really related to one line in particular which is “I celebrate the virtues and vices of suburban middle-class people who overwhelm the refrigerator and position colorful umbrellas near the garden that longs for a pool” because not only do i find that literally the fridge at my home is always full but also that we are so full of pride that we are not open to new opinions or changes and want to be full of what we are.