Evening
And the quiet
Of birds in moonlight frost
Aching to riot
And flicker away from dead trees
Into their fragile brains
Creeps a lust
To be duped by a warmer host:
It's not enough to have peace;
Look for better signs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pilgrimage is the only one of your poems that I have retained. On the several occasions that I have recited it, the audiences wanted to know about the poet. I've always managed to invent a biography.