Going to the edge of the world,
I learn of better notions and motions;
Jutting out are rocks so rickety and strange,
The universe is strange to the touch.
My learning is a leaning against the wall
Of this universe so greater than my mirror;
Mirrors are swinging on the ceiling
As the walls are like walls of steel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ya great imagery, wonderfull poem,