I came upon a brook the other day,
My step intrepid and sensing still
Awash in wonder at its current soul
Going sweetly so-
Bounding the curve and bubbling back.
A leaf of fall buoyed from tree
As great as the Fall given man
From the Fruit's broken stem.
The leaf, in dismembered will,
Carried down the brook beyond the bend,
A season's redemption, a broken stem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem