Watching waves rise and fall, they feel so poetical in
their rhythms, while listening to their noisy motions
crashing constantly upon shore.
Writing and watching as this poet's soul interprets its
coded musical rhythms through intellect, letting notes
and tones be seen in words, meanings and definitions.
Reciting prose in and through musical rhythms, awesome
movements of interior pictures and imagery coming to mind,
allowing this poet to write one book of poetry after another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem