Random things set sans order
In an undefined savage expanse,
And scattered within a wild border
Strike up awe and a cynic glance;
Choice of form and a pattern-band
Lends a sure charm to an abstract entity
Hard rocks or loose dunes of sand
Beam forth lovely beauty in sanctity,
If chiselled or heaped in a chordal Discipline;
Sounds and beats void of symphony,
Croaks and quacks or a timid trace -
All become the balm of inner agony,
And chosen words in right time and place
Restore a radiant smile on a lost face !
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I would like to translate this poem
All become the balm of inner agony, And chosen words in right time and place Restore a radiant smile on a lost face! yes, . chosen words..... words have such a power....... before we talk we shll always think twice....... verynice poem dear poetess... tony