Poetic verse, to praise or curse,
its edge to save or wound
Now less than dear, on fewer ears,
whose silence will entomb
A finer point, the words anoint,
when fired both straight and true
Its arrows sharp, to hit the mark
—the past again renewed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kurt, such a brilliant write.....10++++