The cuckoo sings
From the wood
Beyond the lake
At break of day
The migrants call
Pierced the air
Of blossoming may
And in evening stillness
Clear as a stream
Cuckoo! cuckoo!
It did sing
Now dark silences
The song of birds
A velvety dark....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem! Wonderful subject. Adeline