A shard of glass
Sidewalk found,
Not on the black velvet of
Jeweler's drape
Thing of beauty,
Wrested from another plane
Often in action's shame
Small portion of the main
Which we seldom see -
The nature of common store -
Till broken and
Released,
Shard of simple silver fire
of sidewalk glass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just love this. Finding and being able to reveal the natural beauty of the simplest of the worlds discarded things. You demonstrate how to not just look, but SEE the mystery all around us.