OFTEN THERE IS NO POEM
Often there is no poem
Often there is only
A man needing to dream something
To say some words
That will take him from ‘No place'
To ‘Something done'
A small man a small poet a small poem
And a world outside filled with pain and beauty and longing
Waiting to be
Encountered again
in the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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