(homage to Jean Paul Lemieux -Quebec)
Where, in all this wandering wide world
A wish away, perhaps.
Can the heart be taught to learn
its inner tomb?
Dare then the art
an artist own?
given to some great few
and in those few sublime creators
to recognize ourselves
Seeing mirrored deep the learnèd loom
of secret life
woven by hands: invisible
as angels !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem