Not mid-night horrors only
No
But horrors of a Dawn
That’s woken.
The dusk on the horizon
Looms alone and
Distant.
When time is time of
Dawn
And the sea-horizon is
Grey-green on the fringe
Between heaven and waters
The ghosts and monsters
Of three centuries ago
Are distant baying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem