Moulded out of the same forms
Mind's, detestable
For an ideology, ugly
For soul have no use
Sculptures; smooth blobs! With what, rapt
Too had been tracing
That, of its artful flight clipped
Song's, melodious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one. The image i get is that of humanity...moulded out of the same form...so i was expecting to see " humanity" as title. Anyways no two peeps think the same