let the rains come
even in summer
but
in the winter
rains be more
beautiful
more romantic
more nocturnal
when by vesper-dusk
the airs be frosted
and the chill
makes red noses run:
and
in the distant hills
roar the wise thunder
and the flashes
of lightning
what beauty be
they manifest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
More romantic with the muse of life. Nice work.