There she lay, on spacer stone
singing string. There is the pendant
float-biloba; the red of the ring—
the orange of Ur.
When she received the earring boat,
curled carnelian cup one noon—
a little lapis tear down her side.
But wide and far from nedlog-lazuli,
with a bead trans-tri blue, those
doubled from the surface of the sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a unique style of writting! enjoyed!