I'd like to create a poem
Of such translucent beauty,
That it could melt the stars
And make the moon bleed.
I'd like to discover imagery
That would make the gods weep!
But for now I am content
To carry on with my craft
In the hope that a slither of sun
Can be caught in my net;
In this shifting world,
Where Ideal form is so elusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem