Spinster I Am, and Grown To Be.
All around me, there none chose.
Window I am, to teach them school.
Some lover a fence, I'd wish to know.
These children if I but one should learn.
and If he would come and help two grow.
One empty field some seed hand sows.
The ghost in my mirror knows them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful symbolistic poem, lovely to read...............10++++++++++