Here is the tangled field
Conveys the presence of
Sweet, cloudy space, happy not:
Here are the woods
Parted from the man’s foot
Travail all alone in and out:
Here is the envoy
With full bag cloudy thoughts
Assumed little for the sky
And rest to turn the lots:
There’s a girl walks with woods
And turns the fate of her crush
Mourns the change of river dried into;
There slowly a clown
Grasps all the words
Makes the world to laugh after though;
29/11/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this poem very much...again..a bit over my head...but the things i did feel.... were amazing. Thanks.