Prometheus
Poetry Inspired by Art
Poetry & Art: Poetry inspired by Artworks
"Prometheus" by Norbert Klauber
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Prometheus
Man makes a fist
Calling to his God
With the hand made for him,
A lightning strikes a tree
When he sees Fire for the first time.
He carries it with a branch to his people
Telling them he stole it from God,
But in the morning, it was gone.
So he goes back to the tree
Where there are only ashes
And sits to feel
The warmth of the sun.
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Prometeo
Hombre hace un puño
Llamando a su Dios
Con la Mano hecha para el,
Un rayo cae sobre un árbol
Cuando el ve Fuego por primera vez
El lo lleva con una rama a su gente
Diciéndoles que lo robo de Dios,
Pero en la mañana, ya no esta.
Entonces el vuelve al árbol
Donde solo hay cenizas
Y se sienta a sentir
La calidez del sol.
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Literature & Poetry - Poetry & Art
"Prometheus" by Norbert Klauber
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Facundo Raganato
Author, Composer, Artist, Alchemist, Designer,
@FacundoRaganato
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