Tonight set in misty and silent,
Till my knuckles tingled, and our fixtures
Stepped into wildness.
Through mud the wilderness did spread,
Knocked from the edges with escape,
A garden-gate tossed its light
With the strangulation of the night-time.
I have this night with awesome eyes
After it shook with inhospitality that defended
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem