If one does not know the faith,
gender, race, age, or economic
status of a poet, one will
still receive his or her message,
without knowing the scent
of his aftershave, whether
she used a pen or typewriter,
computer or pencil,
without seeing the particular
with which he weaves
the universal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so wonderful; 'the particular with which he weaves the universal'. It's diversity makes the universe so beautiful and magic.