You see, we poets are shipsLost in a sea,there’s nothing to riskand nothing to lose.I could say you’re dyingto write the last poem, before dyingas if, death of poems and poets ever mattered.What matter, are the private affairsprinted on the front page of sensational newspapers,with uncertainty.For it’s easy to blame the time.Time, as always will […]
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