but a brief lament
a lament for poems
lost never written
this brief poem
is but a lament
for all recent poems
poems I lost
choice never written
no effort made
poems dreamt free
I was drift waking
from sleep remembering
at this time sparkling
but not feeling fine
but choice not writing
due to lack of time
due to lack of finances
due to frustrations abundant
beautiful spectral poems
better than displayed these
better than residue posting
thus so often my best
are unwritten lade to rest
never to grace poetic pages
thus so often my best
are unwritten lade to rest
never to delight random readers
when I rare attain
approach poetic peek
I inevitably confront
conflict resistant
preventive hostile heat
life circumstances
hurl rapture down
touchstone clown
speaks not hard won
mystic insight revelation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem