Edgar A. Poe was a celebrity who
in his time was the most miserable too.
On a certain time he used to sleep
in a cold corner of street
hugging a cat on his belly to keep warm
He was found in one of his difficult times
on the streets of Baltimore delirious,
The master of rhythms and rhymes,
Neverthless
spent the last few years of his life
in a small cottage.
He died on a street homeless.
Died Miserable and young,
As he wrote once:
Only the Good die young!
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Freeyad Ibrahim(Hugo)
(Dutch writer, poet, translator, political analyst, essayist, & novelist)
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I would like to translate this poem