The Country Of My Body Poem by Max Reif

The Country Of My Body

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The country of my body
has narrow boundaries.
Here in this small place,
Fate has alotted my task:

to work the fields of joy and sorrow,
harvest the fruits of my actions,
and contemplate their sweet
and bitter residues.

Friday, October 7, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,sorrow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raynette Eitel 07 October 2005

In this brief poem is the metaphor of a poet and all he does. I love it, Max. Raynette

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Uriah Hamilton 07 October 2005

A poet's work is never done, but someone has to do it.

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