Summer day, and what loveliest
As unlikliest
Of its hushed imprint, in giving
Proof of its passing
Stood now before. Am not alone
In my marvelling!
As splotches of an irised shade
For cool effect, made.
These, against wall's baroque poshness
Of low blazed whiteness.
And I hear it; down beside me;
Elfin: 'let's de-stress! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem