'Shall I be gone long?
Forever and a day.
Where will I go?
Ask my song.'
The sweet cold plums
in the ice-box
were no compensation
for the note attached there
by the adulterer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would spit that plum out if I were you Michael, you might choke! lol it takes two to adulterate! smiling at you, Tai