from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
Thunderstorm rain! hail! —
most of its blessing running
to the river.
Brimming rain barrel
its memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent. I find a lot of philosophical depth in this little poem.
Thank you, and yes, I confess to philosophical subtext to in almost all I write. -Glen