She taught that beauty mastered,
always masters, and so began our new-making.
The diagram of love, explained.
The wisdom of tears, revealed.
The nothingness of childhood, restored.
And through the night
a bird, with no human motive, sings.
Translucent shadows dance unseen
across the slated roof.
Blood sweetness shivering
on my tongue, I can’t resist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem