Uncoloured like ether; armed with snakes,
Steps as lithe as a greyhound; a body
put together like a puzzle
With rings and dark eyes and small voices
Words stumped and acerbic, I bet
you fall into chairs and lovers;
When you sit opposite me on a bus
You chase away my starved eyes; old hope
For a love dusty over a fireplace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice poem presented in a moody way