Looking Not Seeing Poem by maria goodison
Looking Not Seeing
Under the sky where the river goes by,
sits an old woman asking why?
Under the bus station
sleeps a homeless boy always asking why?
Under the wind trying to keep warm
is a man not knowing why?
Under the farm with her hands bleed dry,
is a woman who does not ask why.
She understands the work that needs to be done
and is humble for the way her life has become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 4:21:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good writing, I like it, thanks.