With flowers in
My hair
With me
Magic I had
And magic wings
Of mist.
I skimmed me
On the waves
I closed my eyes
And joyed
The joy of Beauty's sap.
As the bee sucks
Nocturnal beauty I
Suck in that chilly bay
Tiptoed on frosty sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem