Skeletal lights blind
Across the cemetery ways
For it be
Now deep midnight.
Dresses white and
Colored
Move
With no flesh
Old tombs yawn, monuments
Light
Fires swarm as snakes
But not of glow-worms:
The feast of the Spirits
Hist! disturb not!
It be deep midnight.
And
Dawn is far away
Better for her
Awhile to wheel away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem