Poetrace

Poêtrace

 

Poêtrace has laid his stone

And his mark is indelible

In the world we read all his verses

We declaim them on the lyre.

 

Evening and morning the quatrains burst forth

Odes, elegies, and poems,

Metamorphosis of the moon

Who gallops to Jupiter

 

The poet conquered the earth

He even writes on stones

The ocean that has no mother

Quickly becomes the lover of his pen

 

Eternal waves that sleep

In the black depths of the sea,

Finally look at this garden!

Poêtrace brought flowers back to life

 

Angus Firelyte

Done