After The Flood Comments

Ever after the moon heard jackals howling across the deserts of thyme, and eclogues in wooden shoes growling in the orchard. Then in the violet and budding forest, Eucharis told me it was spring. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Beautiful, isn't it? It is a type of poem that I do not normally read but this is incredibly lovely.

This beautiful, magical poem is, in English, beside the point.