A quiet
Then
Of
Sudden
Flying
Wheels
Flying
Wheels
Gone
By
Fast
By
Sudden
Sudden
Sudden
Perplexed
I was
Then/when
Suddenly
A Voice behind me
‘Know you not
That you are in
The cemetery? '
I turned.
No figure.
But
The dark
And
The
Distant
Sound
Of
Lamenting
Ghosts
And
Shrouds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem