Rigorously delving into messages left from long ago,
hiding in my mind all these years, awaiting a flame
of acknowledgement to let them loose.
Tying thoughts together, encircling their points and
carrying them forward into poems of food for the mind.
Studying items of interest with aplomb, inviting words
to fill measures of etudes with mystical sorrow of
years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem