there be my sacrifice
there be my sacrifice
the Poet Seer said
and he was erect
'For I have to speak of
the mighty heavens
of the beauty of dusks
of the fair night stars
of the waning sunset
of the lazy afternoons
then -
more
and in between
blanks for thought leave
in to
the brains of readers.
Come, disregard your age
and think and think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem