The blinding figure of
The Poet Seer
It rose
As a vast giant mountain
In the night
For it was night
Austere and dark
His somber silhouette stood
Majestic
In those silent realms.
He spoke not
Nor versified
That time
That night
But round him
That is right above
To left to right
Shone bright
And glimmering
The myriads of the stars
Alone
Out high and
Jutting
Stood
The Poet Seer
Black in
The
Night
But blacker
Than the less dark
Night
Lighted by stars of
Light
Alone
Out high and
Jutting
Stood
The Poet Seer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem