She blazes with grace and great glory
And just as the sun orbits with heat
The pages of her dissimulating story
Radiates-but without missing a beat.
Like fire she rages with full passion-
Her passion it burnt to my core-
It shakes me and turns me all ashen
As I willingly enter her open front door.
But then dawn comes and cools all my savage
In these days of interminable signs
As her moon passes over my mountains-
It's a globe I hope never to find.
I can still hear her vociferous tantrums
And still see her eyes frost then blast cold,
In her house which from her I bought freely-
and, to me, in that rickety house
which she sold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem