A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm.
A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on.
Water is glass's most public form.
Man is more frightening than its skeleton.
A nowhere winter evening with wine. A black
porch resists an osier's stiff assaults.
Fixed on an elbow, the body bulks
like a glacier's debris, a moraine of sorts.
A millennium hence, they'll no doubt expose
a fossil bivalve propped behind this gauze
cloth, with the print of lips under the print of fringe,
mumbling "Good night" to a window hinge.
Quite odd, but amusing in parts. Would have been better without the bivalve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem itself makes some fear in the minds owing of its contents of man is frightening may be the ruler which has a negative feeling but beautiful in poem.