You are not a great poet
The swan does not stir
No flower bends
No mouth opens for more breath
The universe remains steadily in place
All the clocks tick
The crows cabal
The evening doesn’t give a fig
All masters are at ease
You will not swim to any distant shore
The red banner is not lifted
And freedom is ignored
You are not a great poet
And that face that was once yours
Will silently remain distant forever more
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
