for L.D.
Still your eyes drink
the greener the twilight
still ever thinner
a treacherous whistling
sharpens, still a whispering
quivers in the grasses
and the reeds
when the night still
delves its light from the
underside of water,
you hear a
carp leap in your
sleep, a stone scoops
a splash in the rinsed
dark, and an idled
stalk of sound
dissolves in
introspection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem