Eye that closes
World unfolding
As the flower
Budding.
Short for sound
Long for tree
There's a trumpet
Under the tree
Where the owl sits
Where the wild bat panting
Hangs
And so many things
Bend to all of this!
For
Eye that closes
World unfolding
As the flower
Budding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem