I wish for Fog yesterday: long through
the year this wish in my Sub-Conscious hid
but
now with the guillotine falling
on the Old Year's head it rose
restless and restless
in the Deep Soul it rose like to
an Egyptian snake of magic dazzling spells
could I resist?
Wanted I to resist?
And in the mist I had the Fog I yearned for
though little the mist over the cold port
in the cold early hours of New Day
Soon at the first touches of the Sun dispelled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem