i always love
the coolness of the
marsh
the moon has chosen
it as its
bed tonight
between them
i am the worshiper
of silence
bathed in that
sheen of gold
upon the humility
of a borrowed
light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My dear friend - I am happy to find you here again - like a much-loved cardigan over the arm of a favourite chair - where you read your poems...and when the evening is chilly you throw the cardigan over your knees... it is comfortable and warm and known. Happy birthday for 29 January! I thought of you :) - this poem is lovely.