A girl asked you: What is poetry?
You wanted to say to her: You are too, ah yes, you are
and that in fear and wonder,
which prove the miracle,
I'm jealous of your beauty's ripeness,
and because I can't kiss you nor sleep with you,
and because I have nothing and whoever has nothing to give
must sing...
But you didn't say it, you were silent
and she didn't hear the song.
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Comments1LOVE THIS VLADIMIR HOLAN PIECE! "WHOEVER HAS NOTHING TO GIVE MUST SING..." 🎵👍👌