I see but blindly
I look but blindly see
Nay dimly see
I search but blindly see
I see but blindly search
Nay I search but see blindly
For love eludes me
When I see it away it glides
Nay when I search it away itself consummates
Away it glides every time it I experience
So intangible yet very tangible
Thus I keep seeing blindly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice picture. Homer was a blind Poet. Yet he is the greatest. The same happens with love. A wonderful theme, dear Obed (responds to my poem 'Blind Fingers') Joseph Josephides - Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Intern.Library of Poetry awarded