He has grown hard in New England
Growing things from them stones.
Because God is hard and lonesome
While them kids are soft and easy.
He has now grown ripe on the bough
Desires under the elms make them all
Grow ripe and fall to the ground.
(Reading the play “Desires under the elms”- by Eugene O’Neill)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem