Listening to rhythms while writing, watching how
they move through measures of music, catching
hold of everything standing about.
Watching all through the evening, learning what
may be learned by research and investigating
data, checking into questions that keep arising.
The more one goes into depths of what's actually
being written and said, choosing the answers from
many pages of details and honest truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem