The verses splash the computer.
The keyboard ticks.
Midnight approaches
And
With it
The new day.
New day!
Day past your birth day
Mother!
A birthday not as the last
Birthday:
Hoar and white
You lie in the sad earth
Over you the charnel stones
Above the mourning chill
The cemetery trees.
And here my broken heart.
O mother!
Mother of a broken Poet Seer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem