Every word of a poet
Is like a chip of stone
Dislodged by a sculptor’s chisel
the form in both cases
Lies in gradual emergence
- reflections from passionate souls
In the case of a sculptor
It is stone that breathes
In the case of a poet
It is silence that bleeds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is superb Leonard. A sculptor is the perfect metaphor for the poet - with excess words being lovingly discarded, like chips of stone, in order to reveal the final shape of the poem beneath. Less is more, methinks? love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥