He wrote a simple poem, the kind best read alone;
no pretences, or awkward dictionary interruptions.
But, one line went around in an intriguing way.
It was broader, deeper than what I had first seen.
I inserted myself into the crevice, pushed
against walls of understanding, until
the whole thing fell apart in my head,
and what I found inside those words
was magic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem