All the beauty I have known,
For me extant in palimpsest,
(Real, would weigh a trillion ton) ,
God carries on his breath.
The palatial dreams of my youth
Never have and never shall
Be built by me, no, my growth
Is as the sounding of a bell.
Chuang Tzu's butterfly, I roam
From civilized to primeval,
Earth is but a temporary home
For chrysalising beauty larval.
The palatial dreams of my youth Never have and never shall Be built by me, no, my growth Is as the sounding of a bell....it is reality of life and better tobe understoodinearly days as buddadidin is lifetime... i admirethe skill ofpoet....10 go back..... i am disgrace
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I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed very much. Your only problem is you write too well and it keeps me up too late at night reading all of it.