Ruth –
You sweet tart apple –
Lying on the ground,
I found you,
overlooked
by all the apple-pickers.
I was
so lucky.
You have that tartness
that wakes me up
and sometimes
makes me wince.
I can’t imagine
any other life
Except ours.
And would
That I could
Rhyme much better
Than I can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem