Poets know,
What Poets know,
Without effort,
Sincerely,
Into Life they go,
And understand,
That guidance in poetic land,
Is just as necessary,
As helping,
Or taking someone's hand.
This is listed on the home page of PH today as one of the three 'new poems' they highlight each day. As soon as I saw the title, I said to myself: 'That has to be one of Sandra Feldman's poems! ' You always have a way of conveying truth, not only in your poems, but in your titles. Well done on both!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As my Mother would say, Fiddlesticks! ! ! ! You have a splendid reputation among the poets here on PH- -note Kim Barney's comment below! And you do combine truth with style, ... your very own unique way of seeing things combined with what I call your snapshot style. You don't have to live up to anything- -you're already out there ahead of us forging your way through life in your inimical way, doing it your way [insert Frank Sinatra here] I cannot thank you enough for this honor! ! Here I go again- -I'm running a copy of this off and pinning it on my cork board above my computer on which I am writing my novel series. That's a treasured place, you know- -I'll set this poem right smack between note to me - [[[[[TIME. Time is motiff.]]]]] - - and note to me- - [[[[RENAME HIM. even you are confusing him with Mr. Red]]]]]. So you see, every day I will check out my Notes to Self and read this sweet poem before writing. Thank you, dear friend, you have been such a huge support to me through these uncertain times. You are what these lines are referring to: As helping, Or taking someone's hand.