Demosthenes to the Radio Announeer

You
Who leap among words
Like an ibex
At home on his mountains —
Remember me in your vowels;
Words were my anguish.

You
Who pirouette among words
Like a chamois
Dancing on the crags of morning —
Remember me in your pronouncements;
My tongue stood between me and the sun.

You
Who take the steepest syllables,
Remember the stones of my mouth;
I stumbled among anthills.
O dancing mouths,
Remember me;
My tongue was lame.