The sound of the noise is supremely innocent,
My pure individual terms may exhale now and again.
For language has improved, the keeping is in front,
And the peace has been built like a house always full.
The sound of the system is expert and succinct,
Forming acids and alkalis from the whole solvent.
This is the noise letting me dimly live, blaming the words
Internal to the country, blaming their spread and use.
For peace is a sound of the beautiful chimes of the bells
Aboard our churches and lights, the city and its heart.
The noise will diminish according to the acts of the town,
Cities have been successful once their actions have been fixed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem