Yes yes, you and I both!
Plodding uphill, and our breath
O snail, whitening. As loth
As I, of moon forsook
To raise, for forward guaging
What neon, behind, took?
Night-step upon tear-blind step.
For more than sprays' half-frozed
Thwartings shaking out sense! A groan
For coldness, but not air's
To the usual groupings disclosed
Of stars' dispassioned flares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem