I google "most obscure poet"
and I find poets whose obscurity
has become a brand
A certain mr. Puce from a town
named Truth and Consequences
was engaged in wordplay
A lady wrote three poems a day
by the time when she was eighty
the boxes had reached the ceiling
Meanwhile, a child knows obscurity
is out of reach. It is not a name
and will never be. Therefore, it is the one
thing that we can become forever;
Obscurity doesn't inflate like fame
every artist should try for it, better late
than never
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this. It has an underlying message and is well written.