A flash of wings
From the master
Of twilight-
The yellow beak
Of the hedgerows.
A melodious sound
From across the fields.
Territorial by nature.
A 'dik, dik, dik',
Prior to silence
As the pagan poet
Rests for the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb. Loved it.