A white well
In a black cave;
A bright shell
In a dark wave.
A white rose
Black brambles hood;
Smooth bright snows
In a dark wood.
A flung white glove
In a dark fight;
A white dove
On a wild black night.
A white door
In a dark lane;
A bright core
To bitter black pain.
A white hand
Waved from dark walls;
In a burnt black land
Bright waterfalls.
A bright spark
Where black ashes are;
In the smothering dark
One white star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really dont know what to say to someone who is as such a good poet like you. I like this poem more than any othewr I have read so far. (on this site) Always a rebel, Alan