Up there a pair of keen eyes
An involuntary twitch of beauty
A taut screwing of eyeballs
Consciousness flowed this way
A white shirt, a speck of black hair
From behind the parapet wall
He sees me whole, flooding my being
In horizontal ether-filled space
He happened half a century ago
While I exist, here, in finite space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem