Poems should clang
and pull against
like the tongues of church bells
out of synch with their housing.
The riot of sound
should toll the disharmony
of bell, tongue and note
all gone swinging
a separate flight as though
three worlds not made to meet
by chance they cleanly meet
and toll sweet and clear
in one quintessence of brass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem