Measure
of
night
wreaths
of
fire
scents
of
sick
bronze
bosom
of
sea
that
burns
with
fires
fires
of
sighs
fires
of
desires
fly
Angel of Night
go
to
the
home
where
the Spirits of the Night
together
roam
by
quiet
caves
and
coves
most
of
them
too
were
human
Spirits
of
the
Night
turning
round
as
do
the
fireworks
whirligig.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem