Humble pearl..does not hide...
Oysters soft in brine..washed..
Wave that birthed it..
Nor...the hollow in neck...
Of all woman..that they wear..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can imagine that pearl resting in the hollow of some beautiful woman's neck but would it be the pearl that caught your eye or the soft pulse under the pearl?