Not just afar, but nearer
To what, of these steps
Whilst haste not to back-track, slanting
Seaward yet digress
This day, without alarm, descends
Into nothingness.
Why should it not? Absorbed of
Not just its picture
But what of Death's lovely feeling
Can only enhance!
Through that of its sunset-warmth of
Soothing acceptance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem