over the expanse
of the poet's mind
a full moon hangs
a ripe round orange
full with the sweetness
and joy of the universe
every now and then
a tide of inspiration
suffuses the sea of
his intellect where
the allure of the
moon is magified in
dazzling lines the poet
lavishes his verses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some nice images here, although the moon and the orange sit together a bit oddly...