To have felt from the center of oneself
a vital truth
as madmen must, each solitary moment,
large or small imbued with importance,
to have felt the soul pounding
against the self and not a glory care
in the world except for the sound of its
tranquil knocking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the ending. the sound of its tranquil knocking can it be 'the sound of its silent knocking? ' Suchoon Mo