face and frontage of
ancient
houses in a line
stretched
and fuming in the
cold
of waters chilled
in the to the frosty
well of suffering:
for day after day
passes ruthless by
straws that burn
incense
temples of waters
in waters reflected
for
well of suffering:
for day after day
passes ruthless by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Houses in a line! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.