Then
Through the forest thicket
Cut he:
Bough on bough
He brushed aside
The moon shone not
Through such thick foliage
Wild and savage
Kindred animals of the
Night
Broke raw and random
That misty silence:
Then
The Scream
The Voice that from Heaven
Broke
The pre-birth of that Dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem