Into the dewy softness of the dark
Hid a sky pregnant with some spark
Of thunderbolts and lightening and a storm,
Promised to light me with many a chirm.
All my sun-burnt soil heated with hunger
Cant but now look back in anger
Finding some solace in waiting and watch
Seeking some showers to fall and to catch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem