I don't even know how to say it:
my cow is the color of dung
like the bottom
of a fox den
stamped down wood meal
strewn husks
between two paddocks.
the color of snuffed flame!
and what white spots it has:
on its face, speckles of milk
which the girls splatter there
on its hips, the sparkling sky
painted by the rising sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good creation well conceived and nicely penned with a tinge of humour. Thanks for sharing Ruy.