A house swallowed in shadow
on a lonely hill
the wind crashing down on it
like water on a rock
shacking its yellow shutters
its red door rocking back and forth
like an old lady in her chair
and yet its liveliness is ecstatic
every piece of it shining with light
though the clouds are covering it in shade
still I believe that in darkness
beauty may always be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem