As for spring and summer
I can wake a hummingbird in you
make an eagle hovers-to-devour you
as for autumn and winter
in her final grip, their icy moans.
I can call a vulture to pick your bones
make you, my robin redbreast.
Strip your feathers to line my soul's nest.
And as for all the rest; let-eternity
know that I've been devoutly blest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous poem, sir Mark.........10++++++++++