Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?
Shall our words be drained on mountains?
Or our inks on the beauty of fountains?
Shall our eyes be seduced by the fir trees?
Or by the bewitchment of the daffodils?
Shall the oceans seat on our poetry?
Or the deserts be our sundries?
Shall our loved be penned for our pets?
Or on the beauty of the vets?
Shall our praises ring only in the creatures' ear?
At YHWH's-the creator- expense? .
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem