Seated by fireside
a crying child wards off flies
on her tear-stained face:
both hungry in a rich house
the master picks stars in her hair
who cares how this sullen place
turns golden with mask over
a poor woman's face
the bull performs the act
and flees hiding
blackness in the dawn
and distorted relics
a crying child wards off flies
on her tear-stained face:
both hungry in a rich house
the master picks stars in her hair
who cares how this sullen place
turns golden with mask over
a poor woman's face
the bull performs the act
and flees hiding
blackness in the dawn
and distorted relics
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem.. both hungry in a rich house