Confined to this Earth plane
As to zone, forbidden.
Oh! I hope not. Who by then
Up out will have risen.
A sky-cracking rainstorm.
If ran from! Breathlesser
Dead leafed ways through, dingier
Dusk's blown. If creepier!
Crude undesirables - all!
Gruesome, ghoulish - each one!
Yet no stain this heart upon
Leaves for its impression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem