As I watched the flower of her face,
Gorged by grass too tall,
Petal soft cheeks
against a hungry sky,
Some sickness took this palm
To be her shelter.
'How sadly the leaves of your hands
Have felt the claws of insects, ' I cried!
And with these plucking fingers
I enthralled her pithy heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Creative and compellingly carved in a sea of sadness.