from the high throbbing of
the mass universe
down
down
to the horses restless
all restless
wave-currents restless
air and temperatures
restless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THE HIGH THROBBING OF THE MASS UNIVERSE strikes as a glorious praise for the WHOLE SHEBANG, as an American astronomer put it. That's the Big Picture of pure matter and incandescent energy. It's a WOW experience. But when you descend to the planetary level, the human and animal world, things get debased and lose their wonder. But perhaps a poet will strip away the junk in the way and show them the glory inherent on all creation! !