Soul to poetic soul we touch
Merging room with terror-drawn room.
Dying of Time's inadequacy
This wider arc of sympathy
Procures its own bride and groom. *
Shedding the awe-gilded tears I
Wear your beauteous life-vision.
Darkened over of faithless earth
Senses to which you gave your worth
Are re-lit through my devotion.
* fellow-feeling; across the centuries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem