Interned and outward bound
Fall to dust on solid ground
Quotations lined to the letter in every way
Quilled with pen, needless to say
Parchments etched in foreign words
That I have longed to read and yet never heard
A tale foretold of love so discreet
And lies were riddled within life’s deceit
Poets talked of faded fables
Stanza’s marked with pronounced words
Two thirds of a verse I’m sure they rehearsed
Submersed in his works, Shakespeare leapt from the page
One of the gems from a golden age
Unraveling history in mysterious ways
How could I lose sight, needless to say
Rhetorically written revolution was rife
I’m sure if I had been there, it would cut like a knife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem