'I am there! Anyplace, anywhere
But detained here'!
By whom, he may well ask, and does;
With defiance!
He, who longingly adrift is.
And not, as on a pre-set course
It seems, by chance!
For is not the imagination
A revelation
Mind-skied, of warm to the touch joys;
Loving's, living's?
Which yet to be cracked isles' intake
But lies in wait for its hatched days'
Real-time wingings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem