Forty tons
if an ounce,
One stone- a boulder
and a couple
with a small child,
near where Hemingway lay.
A countryside
remote and tall
requiring devotion
the strength of a couple,
with a child,
where Hemingway lay.
Within a land
trod quickly by some-
mountain and creeks
a soul-creeping beauty,
and a young couple
with a small child near
where Hemingway lay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soul creeping beauty, really good one.