White skin, stretched up
Catching the light of the summertime
When a cry unseen
Fell under the mountain side
Life is cooking!
Far in, far out
The lovers’ worship the long nights
And they will never glimpse for a moment the long cry;
And then the praise
As if it were Life itself
It seemed gone forever
Between their arms!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem