uncanny writer sitting next to
Poet Seers on the verandah
in the house of the Muse
hear
my
application
to
let
me
in
to
the
house of the Muse
the air is windy
and
the clouds have eyes
and
warble the winds of the wild
veritable orchestras
in this plight of verses
a hedgehog plays with top hat
hear
hear my application
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem