Are you in the leaves that tremble
In the freezing air outside my window?
In clouds, which your face resemble;
Or, perhaps in that desert meadow?
Your ghost haunts me in agitation,
Along with the elements…vibration!
Now I sit beside the chimney,
With piercing gaze at golden flames;
Minutes, I forgot to think of thee,
But, nor your ghost remembrance claims!
Fire slow burning your memory,
Soon grey ash in mind shall bury…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I forget to think of thee! Thanks for sharing.