You see
I am a Poet Seer of
The simple words
Limited vocabulary
Though
With the power
Of
Shaking wander
And lo! Neologisms
And rare words
Come rarer
Than the jewels of the East.
You see
I am a Poet Seer.
Whose eyes be tired
And whose life has aged
And whose Will has
Pined into his Eyes of
Dusk, and Fading Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem