He Asked Me
E
0
Altın Yaprak
He asked me
The man with the bright eyes
He asked me:
Why speak you
So much of the night?
Pensive fell I
Then
With a spark
And as a spark
Responded I:
‘For night at least
Opiates the material world
Opiates the material powers
Opiates the material soul
Opiates the material cruelty
Opiates the pains of injustices'
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş