Reading everything in sight, loving how every word,
meaning and definition flashes upon an interior
photographic screen automatically.
Listening to music while this happens, mind and in-
tellect concentrating completely on the wonder that's
created by a poetical mind.
Favorite ways that everything stays, entering into
spheres, safes holding every memory, name, book so
closely that it cannot ever be lost or stolen.
Enjoying this situation of literature that apparently
only is seen and written by this mere poet, on earth
so far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem