Light
That
Flickers
Turning
Light-house
Light
That
Comes
And
Goes
As
The
Ancient
Faceless
Figure
Black
That
In
The
Old
Ancient
Fort
Too
Comes
Too
Goes
*
Light
Of
The
Light
Lamp
That
Burns
Sly
Cavern
Whose
Entrance
With
A
Giant
Rock
Be
Closed: one
Time
Came
I
And
Saw
The
Rock
Rolling
And
The
Cavern
Of
Chill
And
Mists
Now
Open
Ah!
That's
Only
For
Poet Seers
To
See!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The closing passage mentions poet seers, but not (as I take it) The Poet Seer. Still you have never before in my experience come so close to identifying yourself with him. A lighthouse is a very solid structure, a long-term landmark people come to rely on its stability. The first part of your poem describes this conventional view, But at the end things fall apart: The foundation rock rolls away and reveals a cavern below the lighthouse from which cold air and mist pour forth. You don't tell us what else is inside the cavern but I think the passage is meant to suggest unanticipated wonders are within the cavern, things which will make the lighthouse ordinary and negigible probable wonders for poet seers to study.