poetry is like a samurai
cutting though the page
swift and brutal
leaving nothing in its path
poetry is like a vampire
draining the ink of many
dark with fear
or light and pale
poetry is like pi
never ending
never finished
going on and on forever
and different from the rest
with each word
poetry is like water
over flowing
peace at times
destructive when angry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am surprised you describe poetry with such vivid and strong images. But I surmise that poetry is such that its being defined will never be exhausted. I can understand the “going on and on forever” and the contrasts of “dark with fear or light and pale”. Of all these, water is the most destructive: “swift and brutal leaving nothing in its path.” A poem worth remembering.