Who in his right mind
doesn't prefer cold cereal
to the gushing of a poetaster?
Who doesn't prefer
poetry to raw emotion
released in a rush of words?
Who doesn't prefer
genuine nourishment
in a well cast line
to the logorrhea
of muddled thought?
Who doesn't prefer
crafting a well-wrought poem
to verbally assaulting his better?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem