There's a snow in April
What fixes on. What contours landscapes
with wet cure, escapes contention, disturbs
just a bit, then continues coursing through
lean space twixt heaven and this earth here this.
Earth scene, sense can't take home the bacon.
Sense is not quite champion of task,
need what is withheld, social man, held back
not honest show, 'not' due to layers piled-up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem