this is not that hour that was,
nor ever shall be, what once
ran wildly -
with the wind's frenzy
chasing madly -
as it bent tree, grass, flowers.
tossed the sea's white horses,
billowing sails of ships
letting the birds fly lazy -
upon the wind's caress
their tired, wide-spread wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem