Something heartening, each
Hiked view, anticipates.
A solace inbreathed, just as
Wonder invigorates.
'Spite maelstroms of aching
And on winds, defeat's rowel
Something of the soul's own
Drama, played out; to tell.
Setting out he soon gains
On what day-farers mean.
That no sameness of parts
Put together a scene.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a perceptive poem, sir James...10+++