O let these light figures escape from living graves!
For they're too precious to be crushed by crude systems.
They can transform starless nights into golden days.
Yet they are crucified for their wit and wisdom.
O let them be crowned with garlands of flowers!
Allow their great Art to expand our consciousness.
Let them exercise the full reign of their powers.
May we find sanctuary in their blissfulness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must admit after rereading, this has a certain Shakespearian ebb and beat to it. Like an actor playing to the Globe theatre packed balconies. Great stuff and a superb read. So well written Dominic, I think The Great Bard would salute you with his quill, or gift it to you. A full score and dramatically deserved and delivered. Thanks for sharing.