Beyond the high valley
The sun went down
And whether it was joy or pain,
Whether portent or laughter,
The scarlet sky sang through
The golden woods
And like a winding sheet it wrapped me.
And tasted of cool sweetness
And spoke of the far Love
Near-
In the stones
And the settling sheep
And my feet, gentle
On the hillside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem