Today
I kissed the morning mist
The cold damp seductress
Bathed in soft glow twilight
Wrapped her arms around me
The moon hung askance atwist
Like a hook with a downward list
Beaming screaming bright
But as for radiant beauty
The North Star won the fight
And sparkled like a halogen lamp
Brilliant white
Against the deep blue sky
Which seemed so clear and endless
Who can say that I am friendless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem