Some -
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
there might be two people per thousand.
Like -
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
Poetry -
but what is poetry.
Many shaky answers
have been given to this question.
But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it
like to a sustaining railing.
Translated by Regina Grol
I love poetry. But, of course, I'm a poet (-ess) . And I love this poem about poetry. Thanks for sharing it. voted 10
Nice. Very nice. Actually so straight the realisation, naturally the expression becomes much lucid. And it is the beauty of this writing............Regards, Pranab k c
In fact it is the truth in the poem. Likes very much.
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles, one likes compliments and the color blue, one likes an old scarf, one likes having the upper hand, one likes stroking a dog. Strange is our minds. tony
Poetry - but what is poetry. Many shaky answers have been given to this question. But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it very interesting. there is truth in it. tony
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing...........................................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one likes soup, stroking a dock but runs off seeing poets because the poets are mad.