Shrouded behind a pale and gloaming light
This fair evening has lost its appetite
But it's too lovely out to go inside
I'd much rather sit here alone and hide
This yellow wine is truly impressive
Although I don't chardonnay that often
She's smooth and soothing and inexpensive
and so my fixed outlook slowly softens
Dog day cicadas are chiding this town
A loathsome and eerie unearthly drone
Now that traffic has worn itself down
The red warrior ascends to his throne
Kronus plods onward like a slew-foot boy
Too sadly encumbered to join in play
Night marches forward like a wind-up toy
As she anticipate more wakeful day
'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem