if only i were a dissident poet i could claim my poems were once written in a cell scraps of paper brought to me by a rat on a string if i wrote about the blue skies would you look up point to god in a pillow of clouds if I wrote about the blinding sun would you stare with faith see for the first time i mean truly see if only i were a dissident poet my name its meaning would I then care to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem