the poet and the king

One day, a solitary man
was brought before the King.
From the dazzling throne
the Monarch looked down upon him
and wanted to know
what elements made up the life
of this strange being…

Indulgent and patriarchal,
the King began with a gentle question:
Do you have a name?
,,No, Sire.”
A homeland, by any chance?
,,The whole world is where I live.”
Why does such bitterness
blossom in your voice?
Are you a free man or a slave?
,,I am free, yes, but, sad to say,
Sire, I am a poet!”

Rubén Darío

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