The Poet Clan Poem by Max Reif
The Poet Clan
And if I write,
how does it mitigate
the difficulties
inherent in living?
And why
is it so important?
Once a poet
climbed down a mine shaft
and got buried in an avalanche
a thousand feet down
under a million tons of earth.
Pneumatic drills worked nonstop.
They finally opened a narrow hole
down which they sent
a bucket on a rope.
The poet sent back up
a simple note:
'At least I can write about it! '
If you are one of our clan,
you'll understand.
wow.. you've penned this perfectly! I understnad, i only wish that other people could understand too.. HBH
I understand, Max. God, how I understand. Wonderfully said, my friend.
Fabulous. Pathetic (us, I mean) , but fabulous. Keep 'em coming, Max.
Absolutely, Max. A quiet life would be nice though. Would it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice, Max. And I do understand. Raynette