Sucking the breeze,
Adroitly the starlings wheel
Out, reshaping the sky.
Consensuous cloud!
And conscious mind
Spinning its axial dreams
To create a continuous poem.
Such rapture it is to witness
Their consummately
Varied stanzas
And the dove-tailing
Of their rondeaux!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Consensuous cloud! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.
thank you Edward. Must have a further look at your poems. Tom