Overlooking life at times, wanting to know more about
its style and way of continuing through the years, not
really exposing any of its secrets to humanity.
Senses taking over, touching nature and invisible
thoughts, being able to write them all into poetry, a
secret that's even kept from this mere poet.
Not learning these secrets until reading poems in
order to write titles for them, a delightful surprise
often.
Some of the poems are starred because they somehow,
deep inside this being have become favorites after
only having written and read it once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem