Poetry pours out of the mouth
and drops like pebbles into an ocean,
causing ripples and white-crust waves
to form on a shore as the tide comes in
on sun tanners wanting to feel and know
the weight of language.
Don’t worry — they will know when
words build a monsoon from the very foundation,
when the pebbles dropp into the ears of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem