Reading voraciously, many books each day while listening to
music, finding that it opens this mind wide, expanding ideas,
thoughts, and concepts.
Multiplying them continuously, not having to think while
writing, not consciously at least, subconsciously is quite a
different matter as poems flow from an interior waterfall.
Flowing into mind and intellect, collecting memories and
details left upon a photographic screen forever and placed
in poetical portraits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem