This is no revealation,
this mawkish feeling,
warm and helpless.
Maybe baby
you know the reason?
This is a season
unknown to Spring...
an emergance through
the permafrost of thought
into a softening.
Caught in this baby glow
of ridiculous languor...
I reach for my bottle.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Uniquely conceived and worded… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK