A poem is
A piece of wood.
It can be ripped,
Chopped,
Shaped and sanded
For smoothness.
Sometimes you nail it;
And it can stick like glue.
You can drill a hole
Right through it,
It might bore one
Through you.
It can get under your skin.
But when it's cut
Against the grain,
It should be read again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem