Teach Me

Teach me how To tame a characters In my language Whenever I write a poem, The pain whistles around, Like the wind whistle, Through a crack Teach me how my poem, Should be written: Light as a dream, Solid like an oak, Precious as pearls, Mellowed as wine, Fragrant as Jasmine, Strange and sweet, and closest, To the soul, like the dearest faces' Teach me how it should be: Honest and pure, Like the memory of: The old green hills, The antique homes, The Great Plains Teach me how to write my poem With some sweetness, Even if the nightingales have no wings, - And my country there, - Prey of eagles, Torn apart by strife and hatred Violent and ... No less Teach me, O my pen How to write a poem as the poets do, Poetry empty of everything, But the love