Dylan Thomas had it right
when he wrote of the night
and a raging moon - the time
he conceived and delivered
newborn poems in all their
whooping rawness
He wrote of youthful lovers
prescient in foreboding
the passage of time
and diminishing returns
the loss of youth and beauty
marked by granite and psalms
in the cemetery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem