is it bad faith to hope against hope, to see and feel in antagonism
Yet pray for a consulatum to heal the fractured fissures,
To know and take the worldly advice as rational
Yet know and hope beyond the reasonableness of it all
That the truth is but a momentary aberration
A revelation of what always was but overcome by principle
And a common life, that disappeared in a host of sylables.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem