In the absence of your music-
My heart is a mute carousel. There
Is no sea of clamoring acorn grass,
Nor silent sparrow sunsets-
Nor dancing fire rose,
Only naked, grasping branch.
Snow seems to dance slower-
And I find I speak lower
Of the path.
Evening passes into evening
And seasons are still-
My heart is a mute carousel
When I am alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, yes, yes! I've been looking through your poetry but I think this is one of the works that really show what you can do. It's got rich imagery, it's enigmatic and honest. Yes, it's humanly beautiful.