1. Full of silt
the river overflows:
snakes under the waves
2. Streetlights die
with the onrush of rain-
walking to silence
3. Greets no known faces
at the street-corner kiosk-
only folds of night
4. Her fingers
I taste in the orange
she peels
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem