Suddenly in the clear silence of the bedroom
in the cow-muteness of the nocturnal earth
an object falls in the blind void
in the uninhabited room
and the creaking of a door
lets pass the unannounced
thus the audible phantom
crosses the expanse of the night
so that you can say later it is the wind
it is the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem