The poet François Villon...
The poet François Villon had good reason
for dodging death. It turned up
and took his literary remains,
his body too, and his soul,
if it did find the soul´s living quarters.
I happen to mention a dead man
(one who lived like a fool) —
and soon there he is, sitting opposite,
looking like himself, with his own eyes and hair,
and talking bald truth with his bony tongue.
You don´t live in vain if you leave
a spot on paper, a name in history.
All those traitors and killers —
and not a word remains,
even in the court records.
Hello, directors, tyrants,
hypocritical sermonizers and other rogues:
see how the poets avenge fearing for their lives
and their dear liberty
through giving things their proper names.
Poets are: you can´t make them
disappear even by forgetting them.