Yesterday I was hoping for some sleep
But the muse came and took the lead.
She took me to the land of ambrosia,
Of milk and honey, sweet scents.
She filled my mind with reveries
Instead of thoughts of the day.
She took my hand with gentle grasp
And gave me a pen decorated with wild feathers.
Then one plume fell onto the ground,
The flower of fern grew on the floor
And despite the calmness of the weather
I couldn’t fall asleep any more.
Is the best poet
Are the noble ink
– The most precious paper
– The golden muse
And so I gather my lovely weapons
Come together my wings of feathers
Cause I know that from the art you get all the best
When strong feelings burst open your chest