Lighthouse that turns - make joy
to the heart of a Poet Seer
warm the heart of an ageing Poet Seer when
a Poet Seer should not age
no, not age,
round him swarm of their accord
the Principles that from the genesis
at Immortality arrived.
Lighthouse that turns
light that dimly burns
fairy that Grace-like
turns and turns and turns
in to the looking glass of
Earth, the glaciers, out
there below, the immense
strand of ice, Antarctica
Lighthouse that turns - make joy
to the heart of a Poet Seer
warm the heart of an ageing Poet Seer when
a Poet Seer should not age
no, not age,
round him swarm of their accord
the Principles that from the genesis
at Immortality arrived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem