i know how is it to love
Shakespeare or
Shelly,
he shakes you and peels you
like a pear
hits your brain with his
spear
and so does his ally
Shelly
makes you bleed
and suffer
the agony of the
intellectual spasms
i burn poetry books
only to miss them again
this masochism at the level
of an obsession-compulsion
malady
i quit them both
and write my own
i am not great but
i have learned how to live a happy life again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem