There is no space within these spheres
Where poetry’s soul can abide,
Except the storm of a madman’s mind
Where the rule of reason
Does not direct each daily act.
In these regions ungovernable
A kingdom can each thought possess,
No fealty to tyrant law
Curbs the policy of each state,
And that vagabond poetry,
As such lives free and happily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem