QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife
To heart of neither wife nor maid--
Lead we not here a jolly life
Betwixt the shine and shade?
Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife
To tongue of neither wife nor maid--
Thou wagg'st, but I am worn with strife,
And feel like flowers that fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i was lead here by the similarity of the title to the name of a ph friend, elena plotkin. i liked the poem. :)