Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks:
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat,
Select the prince from a row of identical masks,
Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks
And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote,
Or learn the phone directory by rote.
Always it's impossible what someone asks—
You have to fight magic with magic. You have to believe
That you have something impossible up your sleeve,
The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak,
An army of ants at your beck, or a lethal joke,
The will to do whatever must be done:
Marry a monster. Hand over your firstborn son.
TWO: My respectful comments are full of blisters that are about to burst, too break, but it IS a poem for immortalized with gout, but I don't have gout. I thought a lot about this remarkable poem, but I can follow the poet rationally, not emotionally.
ONE: This poem is proof of what all nonsense can and how. We get a chance to read it, admiration OR horror, it depends on one's taste, but all things considered, it IS a gouty poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent Fairy-Tale Logic,5 Stars full for this Modern Poem Of The Day.