walt whitman* once said to me
in a rare moment of perplexity
'now that my
inner eye
is awakened to glow serene
shining in radiant wafers
within and without,
gladdening presence
infuses
heart, and ghostly
golden shaft sheds glory
all around
i'm not so sure
That is telling me the Truth
the whole, and nothing but.'
sane sense
i iterated
with some degree
of alacrity
*Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem