Hummingbirds, come to my yard,
and let me see you hover,
suspended as I am, a bard
who craves for air, a lover
who spins his words for you to see,
vibrating high in space,
while flitting high incessantly
until I find a base
within your heart on which to land
like hummingbirds on trees,
and teach you, love, to understand
the air I try to seize.
11/12/98
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I would like to translate this poem
This is some beautiful stuff. Perfect rhythm and rhyming, which I'm very sure the hummingbird would approve of.