A poet is to be super brave, defying
Forever the dark labyrinth of language
Aware of its severe shell shock damage
That can transform a perfect human being
At first into an amnesiac engrossed
In spurning obvious beauties envied by all
Staring at the street number on his door
His wife waiting to be re-discovered;
Then into one dejected schizophrenic
Detecting demonic forces wherever Love
Exists and hearing murmur of murder
From Mona Lisa with her smile mystic
Praising him for his courage to remove
His cringing head from her shrugging shoulder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem