I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment,
Impatient to be rid of it.
And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders
This jewel caught in my hair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first time I read this, I said to myself HUH? Then I read it again more slowly and realized that the poem itself is a gem. Wonderful metaphors. I'm adding this to my favorites list and will read more of her poems to see what other jewels she has to offer.