they were singing in the temple
women's voices raised in harmony
politely toning to the other
and to the other
in synchronicity
and a wise man
in the lotus
sat chanting words of wisdom
the rose so opened as silence tolled
nothing's to be as it was before
and gifts of white petal
fell to form their ground
this moonlit plain
Longfellow's Sea of Evermore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not many people can write a good poem using the word 'synchroncity, ' but Mr. Smith certainly did. Great poem. Mysterious and knowing at the same time.