There was a time when the poems came down
Like mighty streams of words
But then there came another time
When all was lost except the will that it not be lost
And now there is in the mild resolution of a quiet beating forward
A poem which steadily says how quiet beauty need be
If it be true to its old age-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate! My stuff just comes down and goes thru me. I don't know where it came from, don't really care, just let it flow out! Very nice, thanks