Whatever else it may be doing
Spirit orders order
To alter its arrangements.
Order tires slowly
Sensing no way out
Or, knowing no sense in it all,
Grows a grand ambition
To do without itself,
Leave spirit free to get on with
Whatever else it's doing.
A GRAND POEM WITH FULL SPIRIT. LAST LINE IS EXCLUSIVELY COMPOSED - LEAVE SPIRIT...... MAGNIFICENT WRITE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Albatross asks 'What is your human preoccupation with unreality'.