it was the virginal extremis.....
the hallucinatory joy....
the transcendence...the above in lieu of the in....
the floral supplication.....the boldness of the quivering reticence.....
the winding about the bough.....the limb itself untouched by the vine....
the transparency of the petals....
wing-veined........as though preparing for flight......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem