What candle from what wax
burns the wiry forest as bright as steel,
slicing sluice gates to sea
and firing with fever the soul?
I spoon the moon with cadence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned and poignant write! You got what it takes to make it in the poetry world, talent! Keep it up! 10+++ Love and Peace for always! ...