'Fog and Soul'
which the wind and I hail, with you in whispers
and the change of rain spotted now,
cover your day with the silk veil and when I move it, driven.
Painful as painful each kiss misssed
and when love mixed the brain and the body' thereof;
The pain of my heart, as for me/my sky perhaps,
Standing me up it withstands.
I paused and the wave nodded over you. my love.
perhaps because of my life so be it/is buried shallow
and moved eventually around in the constant night
and the leaves hanging over me,
rain down as you once did upon my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem