'Five for two dollars, two for one! '
Yelled the ones in straw hat
Men, women: aged, riped as the vegetables they sell
Wilted, weathered, leathery, tanned melon skin.
Twenty five below in February, well or sick,
Sunday, Easter, Christmas: everyday they toiled
By their stands at the street corner, they always stood.
'Lettuce, chilli pepper, spearmint! '
Very few foreign words, living in a foreign land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem