Oh Morpheus
Bring nepenthe
That Thanatos might be free
To carry me
Or' the river Styx
Having traded with Chronos
On the zodiacal wheel
The bursting loins
Of an incubus
For the Elysian fields
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morpheus seems to be taking a nap ‘cos as soon as I nod off the alarm goes off and can't remember any dream. Nevertheless, you have written a brilliant poem which sets the imagination going. Too marks..