Sprung from the horse's arse or gouged by hooves
There is a stream of desperation
That carries fools on viewless wings of poesy
And stains their lips with inspiration.
Improbably feather-winged Pegasus
Equine aerodynamic stallion
You certainly farted or kicked up a fuss
Knocking a wet spot on Mt Helicon:
The later source of much irritation
By those who abjure the beaded bubbles
And consequent inebriation
Attributable to poetic fantasies -
Avoiding maddening draughts that might have been
'Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene'.
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I would like to translate this poem
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