'We'll take you up to see the view, ' they said.
And so we journeyed through the Autumn rain,
The children wishing they had played instead;
Their weary parents trying to explain,
With fraying patience, how they ought to show
Their aunt the countryside. Five people, set
Apart by irritation, huddled low
Within the car. We got out on the wet,
Sweet grass a very fractious cavalcade;
'Til, over-awed by space, dissension died,
And clouded eyes awoke to see displayed
The patient glory of the countryside.
As mortals changed, we stood in silence there;
And five were one, and one was everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have always loved this poem - the quiet unbidden leap to an unexpected freedom not of our making but so known and so full of grace.