Ponder with me,
What it is to ponder.
To think and to dream.
What it is to wonder.
A mild headache?
A wasted effort?
NO!
Ponder!
Ponder!
Think and wonder!
Consider EVERYTHING!
That's what I did!
Yes!
That's what I did!
And I'm not insane...
Or anything...
This poem reveals the sheer wonder of certain words of which PONDER is the first. These words obviously carry special significance for you; I know that as a reader because your language - spontaneous, clipped, direct - is completely convincing in presenting them. You assert you have already gone through the process you're advocating and once again your voice is completely convincing. This is truly POETIC SPEECH with the second word of the phrase as important as the first. This poem is meant for a dramatic reading!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was re-reading the opening section of a science fiction novel by Samuel R. Delany that I really like, but it portrays often grim alternative worlds. In one of them people - fellow human beings albeit marooned in a desolate colony far from earth - have despaired, and willingly surrender to a simple surgical procedure that drains their consciousness. They know longer want to think or remember or daydream or ponder. And I remembered your poem from earlier in the month. The enthusiasm and delight is exactly what those people lost.