Was there a Whistle of the Waves
This night?
For here the Waves shrieked
And the Spumes shrieking
Bubbled.
And the dust aged thus
Fell
Hurtling from the cliffs
For here there was magic all
Around
Even in the granite
For here a large giant Owl
Flew for a Cliff dark into
Dark waters
For here after all be Night
In old Mtahleb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem