Exquisite
Those wonderful, wicked
worrisome mouthfuls
of songs and sermons
our hearts are tuned to soar
lifted on iridescent wings
they conjure scintillating sound
a string of words holds
constellations, myriad lives
and all their tragic ecstasy
enough enchantment
to fill my universe and a soul
diaphanous as thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem