Surreptitiously standing back, watching people while being
unnoticed, writing down impressions, gestures, feelings
and emotions as rapidly as they come into this poetical mind.
Racing silently, touching intellect with a purpose of poetry
to be created imaginatively in this innate mind of interior
talent.
Intact and in touch with nature and surroundings that always
come unbidden, naturally delving into this mind of mine con-
stantly and incessantly to write poetically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good rendering of the poet's craft.