Tangerine Lily

[poddarku]

Tangerine Lily
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An egg yolk sun
spreads over that
marmalade grass.
Eyes in a trance.
Fingers pick up
the tangerine lily.
First in this patch.

“Is not it full of grace?”
the boy who has brought his
father to take a look,
cries out. The color of
delight is tangerine.
Suddenly the man feels
something is changing within.

Comments

[nnylrac]

I have a question for you about writing poetry in another language. When you are composing your poems, are you composing first in your language, and then adjusting it for English? Or do you start thinking of them in English?

[nnylrac]

Or am I a total ding and English is your first language?

[poddarku]

i try not to translate but to express in English first hand