since the corn fields
are not singing their songs
this summer
i sing for them, and i become
corn,
a man singing like
a corn
this love for the song
turns a man into something
else,
like a corn, or a cornfield
in conspiracy with the
wings of the winds,
a song is sung in the cornfields,
and the old sun above in the midst
of the summer heat
completely understands this fact
which had been constantly
repeated as a phenomenon
eons and eons back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem