Quiet, all's quiet....silent, soft;
The black, ruinous night sits like a
Black cat with muffled paws, but open
Eyes with flashes of dumb lightening...
Quiet, all's quiet...
The tumultuous thunder, the roar-
Lies like a still guitar, whose slender
Strings will erupt at one brief touch! !
Quiet, all's quiet, like a dark feather
of a crow, tranquil like
Spilled poison....as if I'm staring
At my silent grave, or lying upon
My shriveled bed, like a twisted sex,
With one who just raped me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was okay, but it was never great! !