Others hearing voices, 'said.
Look me in the eye, the stars.
And love me tender truly, 'dear.
Oceans bodies full thereof,
and men of her green hearth.
When all the souls-and-bodies caught.
Were it not too much for play,
and ask it not for truth.
when you upon,
I ask to much for simple, one small birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem