The darkness is of a personal way
Showing corners with their true moon shadows
There are feelings of tinctures and gray
Among their screened-off area and flows
In the intractable graveyards we behold
Useless marbles we're surrounded by
Like dark to lemon blossoms will enfold
All their dreaming in a realistic sky
There's no entombment for a spring flower
It must just grow on for its true flourish
Ages don't count nor their vanishing ways
For dreams are compartments each for the hour
That passion and its quietness shall nourish
If a heart finds its flames - and craves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW. I'll just keep it there. I did not know that it was possible to write something that in every way is dark and still bright up the mood of someone. Absolutely beautifully written, and these lines are the foundation of an entire way of seeing the world. Beautiful.