The country of my body
has narrow boundaries.
Here in this small place,
Fate has alotted my task:
to work the fields of joy and sorrow,
harvest the fruits of my actions,
and contemplate their sweet
and bitter residues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In this brief poem is the metaphor of a poet and all he does. I love it, Max. Raynette