The day is windy and
on the cliff edge that overhangs the sea
there's a car with two lovers
the winds neighs high and
the rain beats on the windows
in the fields around
no human is in the country
two lovers increasing
while time's running
was lost for them
they took all the time
undisturbed
for as they willed and
desired
that windy day
when the sea-waves
rose up the cliffs to the car
they made love and conception.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem