What is art my poet?
Why you poems your
time!
Can't you live without!
And live with
the life sublime!
To live is art
yes you would say!
To live in full
merry and gay!
But my poet
life you know!
A vicious battle!
Under the sun,
on snow!
So your art!
How you save?
From the woumb
into the grave!
And your poem!
With love profound!
Can it help the world
with human sound?
If not so!
With all the words
high and low,
all your lines
may not flow
for your art
not good so!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful true poem :) .......