the ruins of
siem reap
tell a lot of stories
you get
tongue tied in wonder
your mind wanders
to the stars at night
how could it be
so cheap and lousy?
the roots start to
grow on your feet
and you feel like
a temple yourself
venerated in
antiquity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ric, I found this poem fascinating. It seems to be influenced by the Imagist Movement. Ezra Pound fan?