THE POET BECAME A PRISONER OF HIS NEED FOR A POEM
The poet became a prisoner of his need for a poem
And so he lost his ability
To make and to know a true poem.
A poem became
A cliché of himself
And every line he wrote said
“You are a poor poet
Stop insulting us all
With your absence of silence.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem