Poetry can be gay.
Poetry can be sad,
What it should never be,
Is Mad,
For madness belongs,
To the world of fools,
Where life is just shattered,
And there are no rules,
Poetry is feeling and hope and dismay,
A promise of Wonders that people can say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite agree, but I think there are many mad poets around - haha. Maybe I'm one! !