Pushing carriages filled with words, crying to find their
places in many sentences of poetry.
Being tended carefully, nurtured, filled with meanings and
definitions at every meal they partake of.
Justice, diversity, kindness, compassion, mercy, all being
born within each of them in beginnings, middles and endings
of every one of their poems.
Carried there with the gentle tenderness of a mother, proud
of her little brood and knowing their worth in literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem