daffodils grow in muck and mire
just because it's spring
ladybirds sigh and cluck
O! how lovely
that beauty like that
can arise breaking
through the piled up
feces in the garden
spade and hoe
the daffodils out back
won't you, dear man
never mind the crap
that bogs you down
because nature's way
yields such ravishing
beauty in spring
it seems that poets
do the same
fertilize with bullshit
and poems bloom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant layer of lexiconic compost here.. keep turning it over!