Upon the shore
she sat
a bumbling idiot
she does not know the waves
nor the waters
nor the depth
yet she sits
and pretends to think
believes to know
assumes to understand
the pretension of knowledge
the pride of acquaintance
with a Marquez, with a Vijayan, with a Maya Angelou
blinds the eye to ignorance
and they say ignorance is bliss
it is truly...
provided you know you are ignorant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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