by Snowdon King
The Clock spoke three languages
Universally used
It spoke all three together
Without mistake
The Poet spoke but one
One the Clock could not understand
One that was born
Before the clock became a clock
Before the hours became hours
Before the minutes became minutes
Before the seconds became seconds
One day the Clock stopped
Determined to learn
But the Poet’s language was long gone ahead
Beyond hours, beyond minutes
Beyond seconds
Beyond any expectations
You stopped for nothing Clock
For nothing
(translator - Ioana Tirtirau)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Snowdon King (born Ionuţ Caragea in April 12, 1975, Constanţa, Romania), is a Canadian writer living in Montréal since 2003. He is poet, science fiction novelist and quotes author. He is member in Union of Writers of Romania, co-founder and vice-president of Québec Romanian Writers' Association. In one well known essay he was named as ''The poet born on Google''. His other pen-name is ''Snowdon King''. In 2009 does an extended interview on ''Virtual literature and the Google generation trend'' with the participation of many well known authors, prose and poetry writers, literary critics. In this interview Ionuţ Caragea brings forth a new vision on the ''literary trend of the Google generation''. (www.ionutcaragea.ro)
Last updated September 24, 2011