Poet [Poet] - Mihai Eminescu

In bad rhymes when you are sinking,
Using dactyls and wrong styles
And with your uncertain thinking,
Only blot the paper piles;

When you see a woman walking
And bow down, for you are stirred,
Feeling glad when she is talking,
Just to swallow every word;

Soiled, unkempt, despite the weather,
Shabby, lewd, a jerk somehow –
All these things, when put together,
Show you are a poet now.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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