No hour waited for the sundial's sign
no flower bloomed on a shipwrecked edge
there remained water to drink
the salvage therein to dive
there remained a pledge
no tree stirred its tops
no streetlight moved
no starlight sought
as sadly closed as a tightly sealed shop
daily sold and hoofed
death horse ridden thoughts
and no horse unsaddled
could ever again be tamed
like a shrew sadly cradled
riding unnamed
its final ride
its final
ride
ride
ride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem