adage
the coming night vision
of the star, nay holds
the pendulum of the calling clock
of the past the next
to come witness life of
stressing zeal of a powerful woman,
intimate the nature
of joy
welcome
oh mother of myth amongst
the constituent
of Alaskan charm, the beautiful sky
wait your returning
home in the glacier of calmness grow,
the wisdom of the American
people
hail
the coolness of dew fall
in the morning shine,
sweet the springs that complete
the coming day of Hope
and Prosperity, echo of mind of joy
that is joint with elation to
praise in the wilderness
of creation abode
sudden
the chant of yesterdays apart,
for only each voiceless
yield the hidden treasure comes
to birth in the shell of
Jubilation of success in the linage of
today
click
the trouble need and bring laugh
as remembrance
of a dream, come and spring the distance
of the year that
come…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem