Sunk in the sodden wetlands
we wade through pools of glass
wet smoke and begging loam
a sudden rain, warm as a child`s palm
as young fish we tumble in running brooks
seas in our eyes, the flood
pulls us darkly under the moon;
the rain a slut at every corner,
dark as the night is water.
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I would like to translate this poem
I like it - especially the form and the echoing of the uh sound...