Oh goodness.
Gracious
Me.
Oh startle stillness into me.
With teacups full of dark brown tears.
And such forceful freedom
In structure.
And ever such intricate, intimate
Detail. Careful and clear and concise.
And magic.
Lord help me.
I want to BE
Elizabeth Bishop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't we all, what a legendry poet, and a great poem here to reflect her greatness, oh, and yours! Love the rhythme especially. All d best, Seán