The stillness of the air;
the lateness of the hour;
the frigid discovery of sartorial complacencies;
the exhalation of solitude;
the inevitability of introspection;
the privacy of self-criticism;
the dog-shake of the returning present;
the emptiness of the junction;
the gentleness of traffic lights changing in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem