she was the one
who introduced me to Shelly
that Ode to the
West Wind still sticks to my
brain
she was brown
and petite
articulate and
witty
the last time i saw her
was at the Chong Hua Hospital
eaten by cancer
cheeks sunk
dark eyes
the almonds in my mine
they say she was
a fighter
they say that she herself
her story
is at best
literature alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem