The
Well
Of
Verse
It
Brought
Time
Forward
To
May
For
It
Willed
Spring
And
Spring
To
It
Attached
The
Waters
Close
The
Waters
Close
My
Monsignor
And
The
Eye
Bends
Inside
Towards
Subconscious
Land
And
Dreams
Of
Horror
Mirrors
Of
A
Past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem