In to the womb of earth the leaves
Fell sere and in the twilight
Pink-dark in time and breath
Lay with little motion.
Let us assert – what relevance
If snow and frost assail:
The leaves already sere and
In the their twilight were.
So with me, now the storms of
Life if they come then let:
Stretched crucifix-martyred I
Look bleak into the mourning sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really enjoyed this poem.it has a uneque twist to it.bravo.