When Art bid me to muse in verse
And thrust me toward fame
It did require confounding curse -
To live without a name;
So in drawing breath
To breathe my art
In thought-filled words of grace,
My work like orphans conceived in shame -
Its parentage disgraced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true but you have to let your children make their own way in the world.........................................: O)