Rains, you patter on
The tents- soft mouse-foot
Patter,
I think of Tennessee aunts
In wet tall grass-
Two headed horses feeding
From her hand,
Feeding her of this;
And flying army
Ants-
Escorting pregnant airplanes
All the way over the
Royal crown sea
To the hospitals of Spain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a fabulous poem it's rich in vocabulary and you know how to play with words.