The poetry comes to me in stages,
Not like a sudden, explosive rose pink dawn;
That dissolves the night's chaos and confusion
In a flash of fabled, redeeming light.
It involves long, tiring travel through
Vast roads of marked indifference to the calling.
It begins in wonder and goes forth:
Surrounded by a halo of humility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem