Free improvisation
And advances with images,
Illusion develops,
That the muse flies over clouds …
Satire has changed in a metaphor,
Plagiarism in a time trouble,
There is nothing to steal,
Race proceeds with an instinct,
False objectivism has seized power …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is reminiscent of Yeats 'Second Coming'. Excellent use of metaphor and imagery.