A not-so-good friend of Stephen Daedalus
Once read a distracting query from the shelf.
He admired the question's fine scholastic stink
But was too lazy to try to answer it himself:
'If a man in a rage hacks at a piece of wood
And in the process fashions the likeness of a cow,
Is that representation a work of art?
Pray tell us whether, why and how.'
This question, given the consideration it deserves,
Unfolds like the layers of an onion insidiously,
Forcing us to reconsider of our most basic beliefs.
Deadalus did not take up the challenge, but will thee?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting and thought-provoking poem!