He swears every now and then to begin a better life.
But when night comes with its own counsel,
its own compromises and prospects-
when night comes with its own power
of a body that needs and demands,
he returns, lost, to the same fatal pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He swears every now and then to begin a better life. But when night comes with its own counsel, its own compromises and prospects- when night comes with its own power. a very good poem. tony