Like a mist above a verdant pasture
bitter cold fog oer’ cold northern sea
Like mayflies dancing above a placid Kentucky river
a lake conjoined to the ocean, the ambivalent Zuider Zee
Like moss afloat upon farm ponds
Tall pines over cold mountain stream
Like phantasmic, Yellowstone apparitions
Appearing and disappearing in volcanic steam
These are only a few of many wondrous things
Of a most spiritual, amazing, mystical kind
You can’t hold in your hand or put in the bank
But can only sequester away in your mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem