The Time of the Specter
It as here
But then it was not dusk
Not night
But now the dusk be come
But now the silence deep
But now the house walls
Burn
But now in the dark
Weak lights quiver
Particles so-called elementary
The Primitive
That lights and goes
That lights and goes
From intermittent to the cyclical.
And back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem