Hold your tongue
Before you speak
Listen for sighs
Then continue to repeat
Trade the rage
For the pen
By spilling words into a fountain
Rippling rich cascading language
With a resonance sheathed in beauty
Conceived from our perceptions
To struggle against the universal
To ferment your own salvation
Which echoes lost our Dionysius
In a garden that imagined
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i see the moral here. it is a good poem. and a good point.