Splendid cases of unknown, uncompromising talent-
How you sought for so long to exist... But,
Alas!
Maybe a vapor,
A solitary remnant,
A renaissance?
Something bright, glimmering
In the murk and muck
Which covers the phonographs of the misled masses.
Something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem