one arm still a swan's wing
The worst had happened before:
love—before I knew it was mine—
turned into a wild swan
and flew across the rough water
Outsider seedword until I die
I will be open to you as
an egg speechless red
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This lady wants us to read slowly, read deeply, and she loves to give us images to help us do so- -they help me emotionally to close in on her but to define this poem in words is still beyond my reach- - it turned into a wild swan and flew across the rough water