The red mushrooms
With white spots
Appeared under the pine tree.
I was raised in the city
What do I know about mushrooms?
So in case they were poisonous
I got a shovel and tossed them into the trash
Hoping the fairies could forgive me
For taking away their shade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sylvia Plath's 'Mushrooms': Look Out! ! ! Delicate grace.