I saw
candles, candles, candles:
I saw the mask
of up-lying face
I saw the mask
and I felt the cold
on the wood
the coffin lay
and the mask lay
and said I;
Speak! Speak Poet Seer!
Speak!
Arise!
For me at least, arise!
No
he spoke not, nor arose
And I still
saw the mask
of the up-lying face
I saw the mask
and I felt the cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can feel the pain in the lines. A must read.