Neat and tidy, things should be this way,
With simple adjectives to grace our time
And a symmetrical humanity
Fixed in some pure, eternal verity,
Reinforced by absolute certainty,
The conviction of a thousand eons.
But always taunting contradictions flail
And spark like little summer fireflies
Flickering faintly in the summer night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem