do let me lie on a broken stair
I'll sound no victory and no defeat
I'll fold no sides to a memo cry
I'll name no address bear no stamp no post
I'll rustle whimper whisper for a wind beloved
to take me away to a no land host
Unfortunately i read the letter as you post it here hahaha_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words read beyond palindromes. And poetry is nothing but us. Your intercourse with poetry is mysterious and awful.