A song!
A dirge!
An elegy!
Through all
Breathes lyric
Through all
The lyre strings
The fingers of a
Noble Poet Seer
Play wildly.
The verses come.
And then the Poet Seer
Sings
As in Greece of old
As troubadours and more
As great Petrarca when he
Of his Laura thought
And wrought
Singing
As Dante in sad exile
Milton in sad blindness
Shakespeare in the throes
Of suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem