Ho Xuan Huong (1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)
Praise whoever raised these poles
for some to swing while others watch.
A boy pumps, then arcs his back.
The shapely girl shoves up her hips.
Four pink trousers flapping hard,
two pairs of legs stretched side by side.
Spring games. Who hasn't known them?
Swingposts removed, the holes lie empty.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.