Give now care to the basins of the flesh,
On the day of roses spread your lips in her name,
Though she doesn't know you a single jot,
Live with her missing in your ribs,
And take a pilgrimage of the mind,
Into the sweltering paradise her pose displays,
And lay with her alone,
Upon this day of days,
Where the flowers bloom everywhere
But on the tombs, and lovers slip
Amidst the caesuras of high school-
If you dream of her, this valentine,
And expose her to your word,
She will love your never mind,
For the subconscious is in the garden
Of the Universe, and after all
You are but stars holding hands,
A constellation in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Bret! A very eloquent write! A pleasure to read! ! *10*! ! Best regards Thad