The earth shakes a little
under my feet,
and I think of
Pompeii.
Why did they stay
under that dark mountain
and wait?
The earth has moved
many times
beneath my feet.
Every time it moves,
I think of
Pompeii.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice and insightful piece of poetry well penned. The mere mention of Pompeii makes the heart skip. A story of volcanic eruption that wiped out an entire nation. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.