A nightingale had forgotten the full moon.
He asked the poet on one full dark night:
Once up on a time, once up on a time, did I sing
a song ?
With flames filled with cool and breeze?
On a transformation night,
When the withered leaves and the sullen flowers
could not be seen,
The nightingale damp and cold
Had descended to the poet from the insecurity of
the twig of the tree.
In the horror dances of the winds that came from
One from the bunch of nightingales with frozen
wings and beaks
came to the nest of the poet
that had lost his poetry.
The poet remained in his lost vocal
and written languages.
However, Jean Christophe*,
how could you have been a singer
had you not been able to put up with the loss of
*Jean Christophe is the main character in the
famous novel of Romaine Roland
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