O we poets should concentrate on things
Of wonder: like a rose pink sunset or
The blissful beauty of a bluebird's wings.
For it's seemingly easy to ignore,
Nature's subtle magic in manic times.
We should seek out moments that are sublime.
Although life often becomes torn and frayed,
Everything is filled with a certain grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem