The properties of nature would bend
And would give way in order to attend
To something powerful, that no eyes
Can cast a gander, and no ears can pierce
Its way with a view to hear the inaudible,
There are a million ways to try to find
What the power is that leads to the impossible,
Even the millionth way will be of a kind
As the very first one and would seem implausible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem