I HAVE BEEN FAR FROM POETRY TODAY
I have been far from Poetry today
Yet now I hear that winged chariot
I cannot know sometimes where I am
I thought a single poem of Wordsworth
Is worth more forever
Than all my tens of thousands of words –
Life means so much
And moves in so many directions
On this Chol-ha-Moed Pesach
I feel joy and peace
But what does that mean
When the real words are in the distance
And belong to someone else?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem