night' silent masquerade
the chorus
made of
lizards, squirrels,
hedgehogs and
dancing raspberries
elucidating cranberries
figs and firs
with top hats stuck
against the summit
gales
open
open
open
the lids of graves and
tombs
hang their heads
resigned nocturnal
yews
shades of the swollen
night:
Draculas fly as large
bats.
For how much blood
will skeletons conserve? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem