Night-Life's Snubbed, Tracked Lamentable Poem by james watkin
Night-Life's Snubbed, Tracked Lamentable
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.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 8:46:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A chaotic sense of sensory happenings bound up in a poem.
Yeah. About being luckless in the love-search again.2006/7/8.. thanks julia