The
The
The
The Muse, ' finally
Sneezed nasal
The humored Poet Seer
For he felt
The wine of the Muse
And
The blood of the veins
Arising to his head
To write and sing.
Danced
Then the Earth and
Things on it:
And
Danced too
The Poet-Seer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem