O I'm searching for humane signs among
Fragments of beauty! Yet I only perceive
The shadow of a longing that is now fading.
The spectral rose is grasping for the golden fire.
In the end, I suppose it all comes down to dust,
As it surely must. Yet the ongoing quest for
Warm communion can never be extinguished
From the torn and broken psyche. This I know
To be true, despite the cold, wintry blues of Time
And the vagaries of these dark, mortal realms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem