My poetry as a search for the scholar gipsy,
The scholar as an unknown citizen
Standing bustless, torsoless,
A scholar mad and maniac,
My poetry as a search for the wild blossoms
And their wild and rare beauty,
My poetry as a depiction of the dark daughters
Seen on the temple walls
As terracotta figurines and sculptures,
My poetry as a search for classicism,
The loss of human values.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem