A good poet is a naughty child.
Breaking hearts.
Playing with people's emotions.
Stirring up forgotten memories.
Reviving repressed memories.
Laughing in the face of death.
Like a washwoman wringing the soiled shirt,
Rubbing edges of humanity, brushing scabs,
Looking for wrinkles in disrepair.
Verbalizing what adults will not.
Telling the truth, wars to be fought,
Dreams to be dreamed.
Souls to confess, songs to be sung.
Making meaning of life.
Dissecting feelings and thoughts,
Justifying vanity.
Fashion fragments of life,
Bringing innocence into fashion.
Fashioning beauty from the barren.
In the silence of night,
A solitary figure,
Whose kingdom has no ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every poet has the right to describe his world. It isn't important, whether it is the real world whether real. It is important, like this truth or fiction, oddział ywuje to recipients, i.e. readers. Every poet can see differently and he is writing differently. Ambitious the author will always want his poem to contain the dose of something unique, characteristic only of him. Author of love poems, will be eulogizing feeling in the way for him above all - perfect. Somebody, whom close fates of the man and nations fighting e.g. for the freedom are, will stand up with author of manifestos and will be writing passsionate of speech to people. Whether one and second will use exclusively a truth? Fiction is written down into the artistic work and it we won't avoid. Will it be a lie? Not quite. It will be one of media, use by poet. What for? Or else, not always the real figure, will give from itself, so much, what fictional hero. These are of course exclusively my sentence, and, little eviating from the topic. I like the poem, to the subject matter. It is provoking reflection. I thank. And now, we can write a lot to this topic :) Greetings. :) Maria Barbara Korynt