sparrows on the horizon
like musical notes on a bar
in front of them, on the G
I plant the violin key
that old shading tree
the world listens not
to the songbirds she
listens to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sparrows on the horizon like musical notes and through chirping beautifully sing. A powerful imagery is drawn here is interesting.10