Poetry Apprentice Certainly

When I translate:
ancient greek,
Aramaic,
Esperanto and
other languages
I'm just one
 a rapacious curious ...
When I translate:
the crackling of the fire,
the whistle of the wind,
or the voice of silence,
I'm an apprentice
of poetry ...!
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