the day has carried one
and also the tight
accumulation of nights
and years gone by
have rolled one to this end;
and one faces one’s night
happy, or exhausted, or disillusioned;
as one’s mind-waves in time have
swept one across the ocean of being…
may each find rest
in seeing one’s own strength and calm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem