First there was chaos
Beauty eluded us
Lacking symmetry
Our sense of place
Being truly atrocious.
A pristine female form
Appeared from the blue;
Then another, close.
A shadowy dark form
An unmistakable scramble
For crystalline knowledge
Neatly bound volumes
Quickly to be crossed over.
A necessary crossing over
Into the world of the dead
A demolition of order
Then emerged Beauty
Leaving us breathless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem