An architect
He makes the images
Of the buildings and houses,
Draws and sketches
And plans for construction,
Housing
Professionally and commercially
With
Or without
Gardens
And corridors and balconies.
And suppose you, I take
The images from him
And draw into
My poetry,
Can it be called,
Called mine,
So what it to boast of
By the poets,
The sculptors, architects,
Goldsmiths and handicrafts-men,
They too are the poets of some sort?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem