Like a lark in a cage
—Like a shot
Between the eyes—
Where an old woman dies
In the silence of birds
Where no crow flies
Flies may be flies
Where no crow flies
Where an old woman dies
In the silence of birds.
Darkness is hitched
To the darkness of words
In the darkness a stitch
Of the silence of birds.
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I would like to translate this poem
Darkness is hitched To the darkness of words In the darkness a stitch Of the silence of birds. The silence, darkness, Death, lark in a cage... great images in your poem. You are gifted with a lot of imagination.. hope to re3cieve from you great poems. thank u very much .. like3d ur poem very much. tony.