God, teach me how to write better
Than the last famous Poets
Teach me when to use epithets
And words that can cure cancer.
God, teach me how to read like a genius
And how to console the broken hearts
Love is never enough in many strange parts
Of the world. Protect me, I want to be pious.
Thank you for reminding me that Shakespeare
Had lived under a slightly older sky
And only the clouds are young and dear.
Maya Angelou is already flying too high
To return to earth
Under the guise of a new birth.
Copyright © June 10,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem