Dionysus, I came to you, rode up
On the rote, the absolute of absolution -
Now this calls.
Fall is a cruel mistress, I fell,
And a proxy war ensued
Between dreams and desires;
Between ice and campground fires:
Held me up before the dawn.
I wait like a penny in your pocket,
1966 it says.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem