I spend my whole day
In poetic mood;
And wonder aloud,
'Are my poems good? '
'Do the words I have chosen
Express what I mean?
Does the reader feel that
He's seen what I've seen? '
Then the voice of my Muse,
From within my head,
Says, 'Readers only honor
Poets that are dead.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem