The beauty
of the world
is not
what is
seen
but what is
shared
what passes
between us
how I see
with your eyes
& you mine
what is conjured up
between us.
Your “Look..! ”
is the gift
not just
the scene
& now
seeing
it without you
I see only that
the beauty of the world
has made me sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Rarely have I read a poem which relates such an essential truth in so clear and succinct a manner. The beauty of the world is not what is seen but what is shared Makes we wish I had written this, but then I would probably have rambled on and never got to the essence of it the way you have done. Thanks so much.