If Nature find me tight and deep submerged,
Let oceanic strength take hold of me: titanic,
Whole and purged.
I want to feel the jet stream in the rift
Of my Atlantic words,
And raise the broken tips of poor Atlantis
On full-tilting waves.
I want to feel the Titans of October
In the leaves around me rage;
Do battle with the blood of forces
'Hip! Hip! Hooray! ' -ing in my bloated veins,
And break the chains
That bind me to the limits of my sleeping brain.
To put it bluntly:
I want to change.
I want to cut myself and bleed on every page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To push oneself past his limits for positive reasons eloquently expressed in your poem. A great title by the way