Poets lie Poem by Karol Chmel

Poets lie



I lie too
(as though I was a poet)

from dzyan
madam blavatsky
up to cantos
by mr. pound

secret attacks
our ability to grasp it

water is for drinking
but also swimming
air is for flying
but also breathing

who is drowning
breathes water
who is falling
drinks air

forgive him

forgive
me

Translation: Pavol Lukáč

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