Listless
With hair unkempt
The Poet Seer
Wandered
Wandered through the streets
Though it was night
Though chill sweet fell
Though in his heart
Verses sprouted forth
Songs flowered
And
Thoughts of the cellars
Of the brain
Listless
And unkempt
Poet Seer pilgrim
the wanderer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem