sitting at the computer
struggling with the language
trying to pin down
elusive thoughts
fleeting emotions
vivid images
and all that
goes to make
a poem
when I open
at random
a book
of sonnets
and there
blazing out
dylanthomas
georgebarker
richardwilbur
donaldhall
wallacestevens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem