The moon circum-
navigates the lamppost
- O, my joy! -
that greets me as I come
through the revolving door!
Such a frivolity of rain!
Ahoy there!
I trampoline across
the cobblestones!
Circle the wind in my arms!
O, the circum-
navigating moon!
twirling! twirling!
I return to circum-
navigate…to
navigate the circum-
navigating lamp-
post
– O, my joy! –
in and out through
the revolving door
I enfold
the encircling moon
in my adoring arms!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem