They blame you for the celebrated madness-
For the tearing open of beasts' throats,
Releasing demons into the twilight waves of lull.
Above the bruised Earth, above the trees,
You skirl a pulse into two lean measures
Of youth who are swearing
Their heart-pounding, wide-eyed love on to you.
But you deceive them for you change
And their soulful love slips off,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem