Silence
There's no such hour
Like silence
It's an echo of the hills.
Sibilant voice of the deep
Whisper from still
Seclusive corner - a nest
Of my weary thought.
No atoms (nor a single ion)
Gambling in my mind
Neither a bubbling nerve
Tightly band my head.
But only
A wonderful idea
Smoothly glides
In the great hour
Of Silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem