In to the gothic shade
two ghosts and one shroud
were sitting in council
I heard their whispering
and
their plans for the night
that night
and
I saw that in their plans
there was no treason
and for their whispering
and found not reason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is very beautiful. It breathes with a timelessness.