Night and heavens
blood and soil
mixtures nocturnal
spells
spells
and mists abound
above and all around
there is a water
gurgling
gurgling
in the night
but
then I found not
stream nor fount
no other source:
the water stopped
suddenly
my patience
waited
and I was rewarded.
night and heavens
blood and soil
mixtures nocturnal
spells
spells
and mists abound
above and all around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is sheer verbal magic but it derives from the alchemy of nature and that mixture of elements constantly happening every day and night. It's a scene of nature with no human presence except the observing poet who causes no disruption - he just appreciates things as they are - There something SACRED here too