My English teacher taught me,
How the world is sweet
About the songs without a beat.
New places I did meet
And I could calm the heat
In those songs without a beat.
My English teacher taught me,
Showed me a sanctuary
In the songs that belong to me.
There I become a fairy
An animal white and hairy
The songs that I can be.
My English teacher taught me,
That words are expression
The songs are a potion.
I can hear their motion
In them feel devotion
The songs that are true emotion.
My English teacher taught me,
He told me to strive
The songs will survive
Songs shinier than a knife
The songs that are my life
My English teacher taught me
Yes he taught me.
He was right (and he was also Wright, as I learned from your other excellent poem submitted today) . Keep on writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poème is good