I feel the upsetting sun on my hands,
Felt like a monument to be acting,
Like the black death or white stupor,
This motion of the planets never stopped.
I feel the uplifting sun and stars,
Grace has shaken the poor one,
Kicking and pulling the stray dogs
You find with decided winds of the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem. upsetting sun. thanks.