Why do I find myself cowering before a virago,
who is putting out her washing on a line,
great, white sheets, flapping wetly in the wind
that is tiding over the time between storms
on the horizon? - Why me? Oh, why me?
Flapping wetly in wind. Very amazing sharing done definitely. Wisely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet and humorous as well