The Poet Poem by Haniel Long

The Poet

Rating: 3.3


I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.

I go where only winds are going,
Kiss what fades away;
I know a thing too strange for knowing,
I, the clay.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Babatunde Aremu 03 April 2014

Nice poem about the Poet. I like it

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shara 27 July 2019

what is the poem all about?

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Sandra Feldman 25 May 2015

Extraordinary. True poetic insight. Only very good poets can, This clay did.

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Maya Hanson 05 April 2014

A beautiful expression, love it!

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Savita Tyagi 03 April 2014

Very nice poem. Enjoyed it.

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Nika Mcguin 03 April 2014

a poem for metaphysical poets, lovely~

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Haniel Long

Haniel Long

Rangoon, Burma
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