A monk with red brown robes
they saw
they asserted
Where?
In the cemetery last night
they said.
He was attuning psalms and
prayers.
Around
the ghosts and shrouds and shadows
thronged around
Lights came and went; and went and
came.
Trembled with tremors Earth; then
ceased
A satin robe they saw before the
Dawn came; walking then
disappearing
And King Night furtive went down
Cemetery Lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem