A flame of light
That is burning
In a house of beauty?
Is spring a love?
Love- is it really
The whole creative skill
In visible form?
And form is motionless
In charming eyelids.
And filled with
Rapture, my dear.
It is but conquering the universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Enjoyed it. Yes spring is a birth of old in new form again.