Walking like a tree fell on her legs
and she was digging herself out.
I've removed myself from her spell
the way her voice cracks,
the way the moon looks above her seasons,
and lay deep into the fallowed earth
eating from her ribs.
The old maiden removed her celestial kimono
it fell to her feet while everything living when down with it
and now she's a rotting hulk of glory age that once
was everything
I crawl with the spring
and swim with the summer
by fall i burn out and winter i die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
walking like a tree, good writing, thanks,