THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.
To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.
As with the gentle fading of the year
Fades rose, folds leaf, falls fruit, and to their end
Unquestioning draw near,
Their flowering over, and their fruiting done,
Fulfilled and finished and going down with the sun.
But for June's heart there is no comforting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem