What have you done little grey wing
Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba
Heard the poetry of Lorca
Stolen the songs of some ruiseñor
Returned with them swelling your breast?
Again, to the moon's full glow
Accompanied by crickets, the songs
Filter through the lemon tree.
The mockingbird awakens me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Rayn. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks