A bird chirped
suddenly sonorous.
Shall I say nothing?
Shall I say something
though it be feebly said?
What is beyond this horizon?
I seek the unbounded.
Beyond there is only a return
to where you were,
the beyond is you,
is somewhere in you; like
a hidden treasure.
Are orchids better in Amazonia than in suburbia?
Perhaps they are, but shall I ever know?
The grass is greener in another universe,
or is it bluer, purpler, more indigo?
O, where shall I go?
What shall I see in the furthest corners
of even this galaxy?
Such sights unimaginably wondrous;
that I may never see physically;
but a part of me presides there;
communicates to me across the great gulfs
a spectral amazement and quiet bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem