Without thought I stood beside the country road
caught in some hiatus of being
Soft breeze - autumn sun - humming silence
a trembling leaf that falls
to join the yellow splendor at my feet
I ponder- this must vanish?
All my joy
Go to some dark oblivion?
Belatedly I know
Safe in the havens of having been
All this cannot now un-be
And is forever fixed, and in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem