Swallowing the whole penny
As some dogs look up at the strange sun—
And they cannot smell it,
Even as airplanes seem to leap over it:
This is the way that they go,
That they follow—
Some fourlegged fairytale in the pit of my
Stomach
Laughing through the pitch-fork forest
That is the desire of her hours—
And she languishes—
A girl with a nose bleed above tree line
And not enough bread crumbs to find her way home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bret! wonderful! this is the poem about the poverty! fourlegged fairytale is unique! Thank you for sharing!