Opiate sleep, open mouth
Of snoring in peace
This be the man that
Mirrors Prometheus…
Nor worries vex him
Nor troubles assault
Nor fear in his liver
Or his face
This be sleeping Prometheus…
Mirror
Opiate sleep open mouth
Of snoring in peace
This be the man that
Mirrors Prometheus…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem