What meaning lies in letters arranged?
Do letters convey the reality of thought?
With what man in greed is estranged,
Is that, of black-ink, the blot?
Do letters signify the act,
And the morality that men lose?
Do their constant twirls enact,
What men on other men pose?
Within their withering time,
Do letters convey forever more?
Do words that frame the crime,
Seal the cruel desperation sore?
Do words soothe the pain,
That their own arrows betray?
Do they regard their own disdain,
For the sad speaker in dismay?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem