Grew savage e and uncultivated
The grove
Of few trees that stood
Sentinels of the graves underneath
And
The calculated cooing of the owls
Let there be cancellation of time
Between the grove and the grave, especially.
The Incense Went Up to the Roof
To the Roof
The incense sped
Sacred
For the roof was sacred
And the incense is sacred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem