the ghosts are shrieking (again)
and i can't reach them.
only carefully cradle your
sore heart in my two hands.
it was all
stormclouds and shivering rain
(even the weather was confused)
and if i had found you,
i'd lay next to you
down on the seeping ground
under the maddening sky,
and give you my breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem