Golden warm body underneath
A tree:
Underneath a swing-set, looking so beautiful:
And I am looking up into
You, as if this was your world-
And I am resting as if a knight vanquished to
Infinity,
And the sea a roaring lion of mothers,
And the airplanes doing their bests:
The mountains looking on and on-
And no one can tell them that this is their world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem