Looking for that electrifying spark;
Or divining inspiration from the dark.
It's much the same as convincing a genie
To take root in a new home.
The key is leaving it filled like a boat-
Full of air before water breaks in.
So leave her vessel open and in the rain:
As lightning is sure to fall upon her,
While her winged feet get wet,
The feather on each ankle stands up,
And she thinks of adventure on a ship.
But it's a warm one-wrapped in glass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem