DAYS OF 1903
I never found them again–all lost so quickly…
the poetic eyes, the pale face…
in the darkening street…
I never found them again—mine entirely by chance,
and so easily given up,
then longed for so painfully.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips—I never found them again.
Translation by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
Photo credit: 5alexandrie1 by wispalex


