Antidote Poem by Richard Minne

Antidote



Fame attained
by singing a song
is only a flower
that fades before long;

is only a feather,
a golden scale
you can press between
finger and nail.

Is only a flash,
is only a blow.
It's already being
covered with snow.

Translation by James S. Holmes

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