mutterings
I see you in dreams,
those inconsequential things,
shaped in busy slumber.
I call to you - with
continual mutterings
- but do you listen?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not much to say about this. Yes, mutterings, but the poem does not get out it, and I do not see what the argument or the main point of the poem is.