Thoughts'inspired flash, may or may not
To each lightening strike conform
But who a poet bides, foregathers
For feeling which coming storm;
Bestills; as wondrous compelling.
Window-sat before; likewise.
But whose raindrops, as wit of words
Pure-sphered, would so comprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem is well crafted......10+++