And as she touched the envelope
her facial features quickly froze.
At last she uttered 'No. No hope',
it was a contact that arose
unmitigated certainty
that Death had visited this man.
And that his soul, at last was free.
A psychic is a ghost who can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Herbert.The line 'Psychic is a ghost' is intriguing. Nice subject too. Thank you.