I remember that beautiful night
When a sight of the moon was your sight
When you with coolness of night breeze
Embraced me and my lips freezed.
My heart ran as wind in prairie
And all I have seen was faerie
Reality. I was bodies
Of snakes. I was smell of the herbs.
I was sky and the stars, wild horses
And rivers in canyons.
And the spirits of thought outraged
At me and made me forever bad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem