What of you moon
Slumber drunk and steady
Your light seeps lazily down outstretched branches
Dripping into dark water
Hiding shadows there
What of you moon
bright sneer, a cut of light
Peeping from obscurity
Bold and cold
Indifferent to the twinkling of stars
What of you moon
Breathless harbouring no life
Dark things lustred by your silver kisses
Armoured in your deadness
a permanence of night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem