Summer-field.
Hot wind making marry.
A poet is searching for shadow.
In the middle of the field a small tree
standing as if a coast guard.
Withered leaves scattered here and there.
The poet reached there
Amazedly saw a branch of the tree
full of new green leaves
as if incarnate protest against the summer-ruler….
Just after gleeful poet's leaving the place
A goat appeared
And lopped the leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the middle of the field! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.