when my emotions are stop-gapped
how bleak my face
how blank my mind:
like one bleak stone fresh cut
without the twinkling of the diamond
or of the topaz stars in summer nights.
But when the black queen of the south
Enters in her transparent veils
Then the emotions surge tsunami-like
And my face is no longer bleak
Nor my mind blank
Nor without the twinkling of the diamond
Or of the topaz stars in summer nights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem