Forever the flowers and soil laugh,
Loveliness created me now
In forms of words and oceans.
The sea of grass manufactures
The mandibles of my beetle.
I am my beetle and I dine
On the heavenly clay.
Such flowers on earth are unequal,
For this time moments are made to me
Like the oceans and lands of sin.
Worst crimes fall in the row
And so ranks-and-files submit
To the flowerbeds, the florets,
And the plants of green leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic imagery my friend! I liked this write for sure..... Like the oceans and lands of sin. Worst crimes fall in the row ....marvellous lines..!