Perhaps
they can kill
a defenseless poet
with their many weapons—
those
whose guidance is impossible,
who detest the truth,
loathe beauty,
and take pleasure
in their ignorance.
But poetry
remains immortal.
The spirit of poetry is written into all things! Indeed, as long as there are people who love what is true, honorable, and beautiful, there will be poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for sharing this piece from last year!