Reference: my Monsignor
Reference:
Refer.
The clouds
On
High
The
Heavens
Frown
Thought
Is
In
Genesis
Yet
Not
Expressed
The
Throat
Is
Parched
The
Brain
Is
Yet
Dark
Relatively
Attention!
My
Monsignor
The
Shadows
Of
The
Dusk
Faded
And
Yet
Grey deep
Shadows are still
Running
Round
In
The
Night
Lamenting
In
The
Background
With lamenting ghosts and shrouds.
New York
The city too is like others
At night:
What right to
Exception?
Night
Passes
Its rosary hands
Over the earth
And lands and countries
Night
Reign
Night
Passes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem