Today I went to live
In a poem chalked of chimes
To taste some reveries in situ
I sought to find in hidden rhyme.
A heart throbbing
With anguished strain
Fire lit by some heated
Embers in the sooty brain.
Piercing with the mind
To observe and let pose
A spider gliding
Gossamer web of its dreams
Framed in a pivoted repose.
A house for habitation
Woven out of itself
Stretched in a triangle
Contemplating for
Other dimension
Beyond rational aims
Of living and dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem