Train
whistle
fades
sliding
eastward down
the scale
as
it dis-
appears: all
I will know of
where it goes.
Falling
star,
streaking
from Leo:
all I
know
of its
fall.
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I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful description. I love the juxtaposition of the sound of the train and the sight of the falling star. Really evocative.