Daylight unifying us as our bodies
Move- this species
And its baseball, the failures of my words:
The empty cadences of a busy hall-
The grass in the sunlight moving as she
Whispers:
The soft fall of sunlight perfuming our
Senses,
As we continue to desire blossoming in
The emptiness-
And further off mountains and forests
And the nomenclatures of the beauties
We are too deaf to describe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem