How can I forget thee?
Oh terror of my delight
In those days monsters were kings
The sun blossom forth the rails of swine and the loving moon cares for her children
Oh! how can I ever skip this memory that itches my hear
I feel thy awesome presence anytime I snare and it boggles and bubbles in my banquet bones of brag
But the loving moon has a daughter.a son and a firewood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem