The prettier flowers of the field
Toss their blue bell blossoms
In a sea of sweeping grass.
Numerous frayed shades
Of carnation yellow-reds
Set this glade aflame.
Each one bends
Toward every footstep,
Begging to be taken.
Yet these prettier flowers
Have a destiny secure
As their gripping roots.
One within a yellow vase
Perched in a woman's bedroom-
Or gently lain where her true love rests.
So today, I pick a simpler flower-
To remind me what I am,
And what I should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really nice poem lovely clors