Our musings, dreamy thought-matter
In this scottish glen
Palpable, paintable, take on
Substance; now and then.
Besides what through prepared for gasps
Have, heathed, out-misted
What have in sky-winged, soothing traces
Down through clouds, sun-sped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beauteous Scottish glen comes alive before my eyes, when I read the gem of a poem. What a feeling! Thank You, James.
Thanks so much again. Pure imagination!