Eyes
Painted
Hollow
As
Ghosts
And
Hollow
Skeletons
Yet
Painted
Painted
Too
Hollow
For
Weeping
So
The
Painting
Remains
Thick
And
As
Light
That
Comes
And
Goes
Marauding
The
Star-light
The fountains
Of the Earth
The ghosts of
Ships loads of
Dreams and shady
Nights
Under
The
Scepter
Of old Sub-Conscious!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem