Bee
Slowly with accurate moves
He held the bee and pulled
Wing after wing
Smoked bee could not resist
The pan had oil; on fire
Said few words, bee; retired
"Perfect you are, a master
With brain choked in plaster
You eat me and my family
Delicacy to you; over is honey."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is another great poem by a great poet. I discover great poets with great poems by accident. Good luck.