we discipline words
that is why we become writers
she likes to say that
as a disciplinarian in the literature
and arts
perhaps i must have taken the
wrong direction
having pampered words which have
become spoiled children
roaming in the part without the
prescribed directions
and one looks at this with this
awareness that this child is not
your child
but of their own universes
and so there is goes in the
spontaneity of merely watching and
letting things grow and go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem