Shallow shapes, carved on stone or bronze or plaster,
Hint at shades and shadows of the world we see,
With vagrant eyes and lenses seldom clear.
Bas-relief lets the looker-on to stroll
Beyond two dimensions and the solid third
Of sculpted figurative perspectives.
A frieze of shadows can be deep enough
If art allows the vision of our minds
To roam and look beyond the optical.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem