As I watched the flower of her face, 
Gorged by grass too tall, 
Petal soft cheeks
against a hungry sky, 
Some sickness took this palm
To be her shelter.
'How sadly the leaves of your hands
Have felt the claws of insects, ' I cried! 
And with these plucking fingers
I enthralled her pithy heart.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Creative and compellingly carved in a sea of sadness.