i peered into a glass pool
where, it's said, leprechauns live
but found no golden pot there, no
rainbow hued. no magic mushroomed.
all i saw was a sparkling crystal
city. its ice block skyline
faces an unfathomed black well.
all around, sharp as any damocles blade
ever carved swirling mountains:
molded, shone steel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating poem, Doug! Thanks for posting!