the sculptor chisels works his will upon the stone
the sculptor chisels imposes his mind form upon the stone
the stone becomes a bust statue sculpture shrine temple
the stone might be admired as a finished genius artistic form
the stone might be worshiped as the divine form of a god gods
the stone is still but stone beneath beautiful gift artistic shape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem. I loved the thoughts expressed.