Poetae Opus

To a silhouette

Let my body swim,

Across the white lake,

Whereas the waters smile,

And the fish spoil themselves!

 

let my soul be unveiled

By the Earth\'s dance,

And the trees\' mess!

 

For a nymph cannot be seduced,

By a poet\'s unworthiness,

 

So no song will be performed,

Until the sky becomes red,

And the air knocks out my shame!