In this night
with the silent dark
still glowing with the full moon
suddenly
a black cat
arrived;
it whispered to me
hence;
the rainfall starts
the doves became free
the moon became crushed
it became dew on a hemlock tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the crushed moon has such wonderful imagery, , and it has a nice title,