I wait in the silence of where I am
For another poem
But now I realize
Perhaps too late
That the true meaning of the poem for me
Is in its writing
And not what others will find in reading it
And not in my own rereading
And not in my sending it down the generations
As I write now
I feel now alive and rich in meaning
I can lose this also
And write without feeling the meaning
But now as I write now as I write again
The meaning and the silent happiness it brings
Is with me.
Good one. Yeah sometimes its great to just write. As you write the mood gets right and your poem sees the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'But now I realize Perhaps too late That the true meaning of the poem for me Is in its writing And not what others will find in reading it And not in my own rereading And not in my sending it down the generations' - these lines speak to me, of me too.