The flames
Of the unknown poems
In my husk,
I carried them for a day;
But then
I left them for the flame,
The unknown flame
Of forgetfulness.
The flames
Of the unknown poems,
I disapproved of them,
They were unknown
In shapes;
Fruits not tasted
By mine or other lips,
Written words
Obliterated from the sheets.
The flames
Of the unknown poems,
Effacement of my heart,
Stillborn with bombast;
Perhaps born again
In later sentences,
In shapes
Of fulfillments,
Reintegrated in raciness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem