It is not about influences,
Schools or movements,
Isms or ologies.
It is not about structures,
Hexameters or caesuras,
Trochees or anapests.
It is not even about the poem itself.
It is about a sentient being
Alone
Making something of the world
And leaving a trail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem