Brought up on
Khakibos
With its skinny black seeds
That stick to socks and sweaters,
Cosmos,
With its tall, pithy stems
Perfect for young boys'
Arrows,
The fleshy leaves of spiky
Aloes
And the desiccated beauty of
Everlastings,
Nothing prepared him
For the aching delicacy of
Primroses
That tease the brain
On the hidden frontier
Between yellow and green.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great flow and standing quite tall among many........ I like this one very much!