where fields of corn
delight
there Beauty sits
fanned by airs
that over seas
and oceans bare
came with the Dawn
and
in first lights of Dawn
had birth and genesis
now
the lark has flown
in high altitudes of
the immense heavens
and sweating from
the increased sun
prepares to go:
so in the brain
thoughts have genesis
then
in the flower of their youth
to depart early
they prepare and go:
so you
so you
left in the throes of pleasure
that as sudden turned
to transformed to pain and
suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem