Slumber is my name:
Several soft syllables;
Two cushions of air.
In which to recline
While the rampant, roaring world
Speeds by like a plane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While the rampant, roaring world Speeds by like a plane......take rest. rest is necessary.. always. but caught up in the busy world, we forget ourselves............very nice poem. thank u dear poet. tony