THE POEM WAS WRITTEN/ AND THEN WRITTEN AGAIN AND AGAIN
The poem was written
And then written again and again
It was written
And rewritten
And written and rewritten
It was the same poem at the end
As it had been at the beginning
But written and rewritten so many times
No longer knew who or why or what it was-
Written out of existence
It ceased to exist as if it had never existed
Now it is here
Real and unreal
False and true
Written and rewritten again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem