In the amber woods, the beetles call-
The rain falls upon the school.
The cats and the children awaken from their sleep;
Their eyes awaken to the moon-
My children alone know the spells
The rewind the mollusks into their shells,
Upon the soft, smoothed stones.
A stolen twilight plays across the backyards
Of the middle of America
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem