To shiver like this
In the midst of day
Eclipse cannot be far away!
Of Death's acquaintance
In presence of life
What haunts as a hunch is now rife.
With timing grotesque
Dashing up with chills
Evening's ghosts close in on torched wills.
While strangeness excites
Though mute as for clue
Leafy boughs and blinds are shrunk back to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem