Words uniquely blended in enigma,
Baffled with on its smiles benign
the white or pale, bravely dogged,
To the sunset’s rosette of smiles.
I am not quite aware of its guiles
As accepted as here say defiled
On its latched saffron gestures
Probably not circumvented within.
All that vanishes or glows either
Unto the dusts or the sky across,
Dark or white mouth of day and time,
Being braced upon the stance agile
Only bits of its paper unwritten
Thrown on irked moments riled upon
The horizon of moment mystified,
Melting to plexus streams ensuing.
Where I am never alone and lonely
Upon the extended arms of time
Bracing upon eternal flow sovereign
In the midst of legion’s stream divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetics can be arbitrary, confounding, disappointing, exuberant, but they never cease to leave us alone! Your poem has proven this. I knew it before I read this, but now I have PROOF! Excellent in images, lines reread and absorbed, and never a dull moment! ! Great work here! ! ! xxElysabeth