influenced by the violin
the four corners of my mind
attempt to write with a pin
and erase instead of unwind
write inkless declarations
of what it has lost
in endless vague departations
making notes of lack of wisdom's cost
influenced by the violin
ministering sails on seas of size
sighing and sighning pages of tin
with earnest pencils none the wise
his own laws of composing love
swirling in the oils of a blue-grey dove
influenced by the violin in confusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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