I see all and
I see nothing.
What I see
I cannot say,
And what I say
I see nothing.
Sun, moon, men, beast
All are living and
All are dying.
I see no error
In living. I also
See no error in dying.
Everything is but natural,
Though not completely final.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I like the poem, especially the paradox in the first stanza. What we see is not always express-able in words and what we can say and feel is often not see-able Good poem