Here we are,
created to live in this
garden of words…
to rule over the phrases
and verses and rhyme -
to create poetry and prose
and weave nuances with
underlying sensuality
…. but not to partake of
the Tree of Meaning of Words
We can make love with the
words and play with the
words and own the words,
but we can never know
with certain knowledge the
meaning of every word intended,
the underlying explanation of
feelings beneath the words…
this knowledge eludes us
rendering the whole exercise
a bit futile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem