Not a long wait in vain
To bare a mind on things hardly
As they come
But to bear further a split second
That will make a fruit to ripe
A wound to heal, a scar to come
And the flies away to drive.
Not a long wait in vain
A thought lost in time
And the parturition of a long sought
Solution to a lingering problem
A tired waiting is a barren tree
Fruitless, leafless and a snag
Like a winter beaten maple.
Not a long wait in vain
Time the finisher of things
Shorten so on the distance
Between the sky and the earth
Birth and death
Beginning and the end
Then the patient dog crushes
The fattest bone and man the fattest
Of flesh on the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem