Grift and draze we hunger fill
Burning days with yearning nil
Patch of sky bemired with night
Diamond smiles of token light
Born in shudders blooded tears
Studded lust gain grist for years
Devils take our dark surprise
Guilt to spark our sunless fires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patti, I see here it states you are ' #163 on the top 500 poets' list....... well, that must be a miscalculation, because you surely should be # 1 with such gifted and golden words of metaphoric contemplation. Keep up the wonderful writing. Peace.