After thought comes thought, unless
you're practical and like
to do the things you think, and stress
your body, not your psych.
But after thought I like to think
again, and being caught
where mind counts more than deed, to sink
in thought and afterthought.
Inspired by a poem by Richard Wilbur called “Year's End”.
1/7/97
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem seems to take in in circles, but isn't that all thought and life are?