Messages from My Soul

Salutation To The Young Poets

SALUTATION TO THE YOUNG POETS

Hail to all of you who the pen wields

And sow life from the flowers of musing;

'Tis a trite world in which we breathe

And e'en the air tepid, lifeless, feels.

We are poets since the womb conceived us

Twin with the pen and with our words that bind us

We are one with the universe of thought

And that we should deny not.

Let us move, our lips sewn shut might be

But does it matter?

We two tongues have, one for the rostrum

And one for the paper made;

And that second one is by God was to us endowed!

We are poets, we write to build;

Do not falter from that duty most noble.

We are shielded by the phalanges of verse

And we cut down the spectres' veils with our gleaming swords

So to raise your banner why fear?

We are needed, the world us demanded now.

We are poets, and our musing

Ought to give light, to color these skies

Whose azure has been forgotten.

To resuscitate the dead seas with our pray'rs

And to tear the sun out of the clouds!

So I hail all of you, young poets

And so does the world.

For whom of us truly matters

But those who can woe make into a song?