We lift our hands in unison,
Constellations traced with fingers,
Mild minds—
-You don’t mind the silence,
Nor do I—starréd skies arise and shimmer;
Lift your head! They’ve just arrived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the topic and alliterations and especially the slightly mutated chiastic structure! ! -landrey