Huddled, cold and cramped roomed glooms.
Where at cat and mouse do play
Life and Death, each child among
Not in reform school
Here, languishing in these darks
They long for your day.
World's vari-pleasured in marvel.
Its repressive streak outgrown.
Whilst entranced, which place around
Kettle-hung, meek flame's
If but nights, by its dream sparks.
The wildest upblown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem