Bramble bush in the Forest road
Near by the Bricklayer's house
A rumour goes around
Once a Farmer's Bride eloped with a Buffalo Boy
On their Wedding day!
Here's the place I saw a Golden snake
With Diamond teeth and Mercuric Venom.
Really I want to rush into the poor Gypsy toothless snake charmer's shack
And inform this strange incident.
But I have a little doubt
Whether it's a dream or Real?
This old age is very pathetic
And perhaps it could be an omen of beautiful Death?
* To the poetess Sylvia Plath for the poem 'Edge'. [Her bare feet seem to be sayig; We have come so far and it's over.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem