i wandered there a little man.
along that broad causeway.
and every hand that pulled him up.
the other slides away.
his arm is hard to grab and hold,
while currants turns around.
i wandered there a little man.
she shows him out the other side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the mix of first and third person in this poem iip! It gives a sense of past and present, maybe even future, on the other side. Smiling at you Tai