In my daily pauses, patient
Waits, undermined
By a shuffling irritableness
Keep them in mind.
An old ruggard fence rail, atop;
One eve, passed by.
Nervous eyed, no; if wide of gaze.
Nor of frights, filled.
Owl-faced, impossibly bestilled.
World-blown, as I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem