You can no more teach poetry,
— than a tiger to hunt
It must first be inside you,
— from those things that you've done
You can no more teach poetry,
— than an eagle unflown
If the words just won't come,
— you've got further to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I absolutely love this poem.