a poet's an anachronism
and poetry's absurd.
their minds full of philologism,
idolatry of words.
who make of their experiences,
or such as love and rage
so much the less; -their circumstance
enscribed upon the page.
or maybe hording reminisence,
like some miser's gold.
recording every moment's nuance
as if a secret told.
slave to circumspect observances
with ready pen in hand.
no wage set, nor deliverance
and none that understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''...a poet's an anachronism and poetry's absurd. their minds full of philologism, idolatry of words...'' So you've either just joined the club or you've just come out of the closet... Whichever, welcome fellow idolator! . Nice poem too. Rgds, Ivan