This landscape looks like a secret
because the river can't be seen
from the spot where I am standing.
And therefore it is
the landscape where I most easily
would be able to do without myself.
Among these green hills and blue mountains
almost feels an insult.
But it is necessary: For I
know how the fireflies light up the river
when the dark conceals it
and not as now, the hills
which, because of their averted slopes
the turquoise of the water
and the logs that float out to the sea,
cause me to be the river's secret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem