Although many in these crude modern times,
Only perceive the surface gloss of things,
We poets and artists can describe and
Interpret: the darkness that lies beneath
Elaborate deceits and the light that
Lies behind this life's veil of illusion.
We tend to do this in myriad ways:
Via the surreal or the ethereal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem