The poet's pen is more stinging
Than the sword of Damocles
The poet's pen is more charming
Than the exotic flowers of the jungles of the East.
Everything passes like the waters of the rivers
Everything we see is ephemeral
But the chosen words are eternal
Where the spirits dance with the honeys in the mirrors.
As a rule, the truth surges in a dream, in a yearn
To fantasize all kind of lies and desire
Darling, sit down to understand or to learn
About things that are both wacky and tender.
The poet's pen is on fire
Like the sword of Damocles
The poet's pen is very muscular
To expectorate evil manners.
P.S. Translation of “ La Plume Enflammée Du Poète” by Hébert Logerie.
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Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.