As thoughts aloud
The literary text is a bell.
We read the text -
From a bell the ring is distributed.
We have stopped to read,
And in a bell as if throughout a ring,
There is an easy buzzing.
And I am assured,
Without such ring, an easy buzzing
Literary text doesn't exist,
Irrespective of,
Whether the author knows about it or not...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem