Out of a few ideas the cluster grew.
Ideas! they part of the body intangible
so to say in the parlance of ancient
philosophy.
The One who the Ideas expressed went
below.
But ah! the Ideas remained and grew and
grew
And as the sere leaves tossed by the wind
in eddies and in circles ever-growing
so the Ideas and their ever-widening circle
grew and grew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem