Poetry was something else
written by others
somewhere else
and came from
somewhere else
but the poetry
which he did not know
called one day
in a language he did not know
so he put down words on paper
and threw the paper away
but the words did not go away
and he did not know what poetry should do
until he wrote the words
which told him
what poetry could do
for only poetry can teach you poetry
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Gertrude Stein stood behind me while I wrote this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She must have been a sight and a half to behold over your shoulder, at one-hundred thirty-six years of age, with a spirit pushing 75...lol! Impressive work, Michael....A pioneer of Modern Art i hear-tell she was, and an obvious positive influence on this fine piece of work. Happy Belated New Year to you & yours, my friend. Hope all is well, as opposed to over here on PH where all is HELL. And to think, i used to have an affinity for France....Est-ce que je suis idiot, ou que? ! Frank/FjR ~ 2010 ~