A recent survey
Shares the way to stall the end
Says everyone should heed
I wouldn't see the need
For gladiators
Or alchemists
Poets too
Unless they've got the block
To get up after sitting 20
And go out walking 2
Such blocks around and inspiration would return or endorphins forgive the initial preoccupation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! What strikes me is the company I keep as a poet: I share space with gladiators at one extreme and alchemists at the other. This is like Yeats's Choice between possible lives. You don't tell me what these two roles entail, but I choose to join with the alchemists because they seek to transform the inner self, and I see that as poetry's ultimate goal