A child lights everywhere
Now
That
We
Have
Dark
Dark
Dark deep night
And
Dropping a stone in the dark waters
Makes not sound
The heart of Earth sleeps
And the brain of Earth dreams
Better so:
That in the Sub-Conscious the Hand
Moves and guides and makes
What in the Conscious we enjoy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem