Interiorly growing, watching intellect blossom into
imagination and become more a part of it.
So solemn, yet energetic, taking me away into depths
of this brain to explore and discover secrets being
kept hidden from everyone in life.
Even the scientists wanting to know what has been
kept there under lock and key through the centuries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here is another poem of interiority, even the first word announces that, but so does the imagery which draws us into the depths with confidence that therein we will find a home as real as any home above. Your description of the IMAGINATION is wonderful. Critics like Harold Bloom have highlighted the role of the Imagination in the Romantic Poetry tradition - that's where I place myself and you seem to do so as well. In any case, once again you shed light on the Interior Life, making it appealing to even the most obdurate reader!