One written word connects to another
With fidelity, light life and strong snore;
We have scores of the highest trifle,
Words follow clauses of districts and names,
Their light shines outwardly of the poetry.
When the written reaction is recorded we think,
The tomorrows are also deader than joy,
The writing flows like water from a mountain.
For this water is purer than before,
Immortal maxims are wrought by distinction.
Instead of writing, this bespeak due to acts
That must vivify the light: a righteous plot
Is afoot, with conspirers to end the tragedy
Of a thousand moons, each collecting orbits
Around the planet of choice and of righteous ends.
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I would like to translate this poem
words follow clauses, good writing, thanks.