The lonely night and I,
With soul-fury afire,
Consummate our thought-love,
Quenching our desire.
The lonely night and I,
Like companions meant to be,
Commemorate our union,
And conceive poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Through the consummation of the lonely self and night... poetry is born! Pithy and meaningful!
Thank you, ma'am. Have read some of your poems and found them incredibly well written. Very encouraging to hear from you.