There is a small word
that your lips withhold.
It seems that you cannot pronounce it-
and yet it almost escapes
with each smile.
I would like to hear that word-
It is about to spring from your lips,
sweet as the cherry
that I just gave you.
Translated by Sue Littleton, Daniel Ginhson and the author.
From the book Golden Summer / Verano de Oro, edited in 2011.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem