Off-track world, with whose stir, grass-bowed
Of a free spirit
Is it all his, all the day
That he is in it.
Leaf, with becalmed mossed tree form hugged.
Feather, with sky wide
Reached for and embraced, warmly
As warm does abide.
By other signs led, and still left
To joyous loneness
Needy love, to claim The Source
Of Love's neediness! *
* God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. Brilliance in your writing is amazing. Short and informing