To be a poet....How could I not understand this before!For it is not that he speaks of just one feeling,But of hundreds of feelings, drowned in fire.
An iceberg in the ocean...Is the poet’s mind...Divided into two spheres, the visible and the invisible,Where on the water’s surface it floats like a king’s castleWhile below... in the depths, a hidden labyrinth.
If I had thought of this before,Perhaps.. I would not have provoked my curiosity so muchI would not have dug down there... in that mad worldNor would I ever have woken the wolves from their sleep.
The poet....The world..he seeks to change with a single thoughtHis hives carry the treaty of peace!And his passion.... makes everyone love the world.He is the courier of feeling, who delivers only honey!
