Beauty is a mystery,
A secret code.
One could listen to Mozart
Or gaze at Van Gough’s Starry Night for eternity
And never understand
The depth and immensity
Of the revelation
Or conceive of the place
From whence such inspiration emanates.
And sometimes this is the experience
With a woman’s eyes
Or watching her hands in the sunlight
Placing flowers in a vase.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good piece very true and very poetic 10+