In a secret far-away room, a woman spins the world
Above the stars and galaxies, off in another realm,
She spins the matter and the space,
She spins unraveled time,
And turns the work around and round
And spins it, to a rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That one got my head spinning. She sounds like a master weaver. I could use some new sails in that dimension. Clever lines. Nice write.