Now suddenly the silence is broken
By two contrasting sounds:
One, the conversation of a man and woman
Of how-did-do and health.
The other, a woman scolding a child
Crying to prevent chastisement.
The beatings fall lashes
In the distance
As the sound of conversation melts
To sun-lit air.
The breeze blows
Drying wet clothes on the line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This poem was published in The Weary Blues