the thinking man...
always walks somewhere between,
the cross of Jesus,
an elephant's tusk,
and Hemingway's shotgun!
always exposing the ragged edge
to both sun and rain....
as if daring,
the soul to breathe,
and the hungered heart to beat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good poem, from someone who likes literature.