Shadows of night
Each other
Crossing
A threshold
Yet silent
And gliding
As dancing
As walking
On toes….
And the dress
That moves alone
Down the ripid street
That goes up…
And
The
Shadow that
Monkey-like hangs from
The bough
And
The rustling of trees
And
Treading of paces
On crisp autumn leaves…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem