Vladimir Holan - Czechoslovakia

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