In deep contemplation have you ever sat down,
And in your meditations, considered what a mystery is?
The prophet Ezekiel saw in a vision a wheel within a wheel,
But what about a parable within a parable,
Or even a poem within a poem? Life itself is shrouded in mystery:
At birth comes water, blood and then life,
While at death, the spirit departs to other regions leaving the cadaver behind.
And Blake's majestic tyger, who can say where he was forged, or
By what power does a tree or plant grow?
Do not winter, summer, spring and autumn keep their cycle,
And does not the sun uninterruptedly rise every morn?
Why does the sun not fade in its glory,
Or how come the waters of the deep do not overrun the land?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I want my mind blown I only need to look up and contemplate the unending vastness of space. I think about the big bang, and how the hurling debris actually creates new space from nothingness as it encounters it. Or am I wrong... Blake's tiger took me there on it's back. I like your poem. It's well-written, thought-provoking and intelligent.
Thanks Brian for your very insightful comments.