Not always understanding…
I write out the words
Lost in comprehension,
till wonder returns
Each line a new postulate,
no phrase left to chance
Last metaphor a song
—my mind still to dance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The resonance of a writer's heart speaks quietly but voluminously to all who struggle fitting words to dreams.