Tonight,
We woke to the sound of the rapping rooster
Leading an orchestra of violins, flutes,
And talking drums
In the coop that overlooked the fishponds
Across the fence.
"I thought it was morning", he said,
Drawing my fair head deeper
Into the crotch of his warm arms.
Looking into his glossy dark face
The night was as dark as his ebony bright temple
But, I answered
"The grey shades of night fade fast into the morning
I do not know if it is night or morning
But, I know that you are awake
And I am awake
And the animals are awake
And we can hear them
And they can hear us
If not
They will not sing."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem