'A great Poet must have
... the ear of a wild Arab
listening in the silent Desert;
the eye of a North American Indian
tracing the footsteps of an Enemy
upon the leaves that strew the forest;
the Touch of a Blind Man
feeling the face
of a darling Child. '
(set out as verse from Coleridge's prose)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant and inspiring words to start my day. Legal or not, I'm glad you posted. Thanks, MS!