goggles
but
not
in
water
but
against
fires
fires
of
the
dusk
fires
of
desire
fires
of
night
and
of
deep
mid-midnight
the
wind
wrangles
through
the
houses
hit
hooting
as
railways
do
and
when subdued
as
owls
do
hooting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem