Yeats' Sketchbook Poem by Yonah Jeong

Yeats' Sketchbook



when meeting someone
when meeting events
when meeting natures
when meeting writings
his hands were busy
clouds become a person
mountains become a ship
small waves become blade of grass
in his sketchbook
he missed hometown
as if he never forgot
grace and confessed love
at a crossroads
he hid all scents between bookshelves
his sighs carried it to the reeds
outside the windows. everyday.
a stranger reed flute
sang of freedom and longed for equality invisible
and with the sword of poetry
he drew a song in it
for forgotten man, wars, half moon,
scattered marches,
he wrote the last poem on the earth
and scents it to the forest
beyond our glasses.

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