Hung his hopes out on the wishing line,
Daring to believe that his daughter might shine,
Pegged them neatly, side-by-each,
Like a parasol parade on a summer beach,
Wetted finger to the air
In search of whatever breath be there.
But Wind's a capricious and fair-weather friend
She alone wills how the story may end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the imagery. Nice, compact and emotional. May all your wind be controlled!