The faces of stars just look like time,
For a long time now uncounted;
While you're floating, unconcerned-
A spark in the middle of forever
On an island, that's nowhere,
In the middle of some November-
A million years longer than ever-so-long;
In a heedlessly simple, unsong song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haunting and beautiful. I had to reread it several times because it hit me in that particular way.