O these surreal forebodings! : the warm heart of darkness
And the cruel, cold - blooded light of day are relentless.
In nightmarish dreams, and visions, they transmogrify
Into demonic forms in the twinkling of an eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound paradoxical bit of verse, very powerfully and movingly crafted with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind.
Thanks Chinedu... much appreciated! I tend to have rather strange dreams and nightmares.