I'm shipwrecked wood and plaster,
Wormy statues of maritime disaster,
Chained-shut gates forever after,
Molded louvers closely cloistered.
Burnt out candles on a font,
Roundhouse windows suavely taunt,
Corridors of darkness haunt
Stairs going nowhere- as is his wont.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so good, a ghostly image, atmosphere, stairs going nowhere, so haunting