Was the heaven
Yesterday:
Questions that were
Made
Fingers that were
Pointed
For
Dappled
Dappled thick and
Dense
With stars was
The new heaven
Yesterday
It had disowned
The old heaven
Of dawn the haven
The sea
Was dappled too
With non-motile fish
And
Dappled
Thought and
Thoughts of
Never-before
Are now in store
In the heavens of yore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem