He sees in hate
all he needs of love
and all of love he needs.
His poetry mocks
what delays and blocks.
He comes across as proud,
hears not, however loud,
the call of business:
that is not his talent.
He cannot be amused.
His uniform is his fate.
In his love
there is only room for hate
and room for only hate.
It is because of the above
or of something beyond the above
that he inspires love.
love and hate both are important role to play, good write, Please read my poem' My Mother is' and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well, i'd say this guy is different (the poet-speaker that is) . this is certainly thought-provoking, but, even after thinking a bit about it, i don't understand. and i don't (sorry) plan to research further. i DO have serious doubts about there being a difference between saying there is only room for hate and: there is (and) room for only hate. perhaps you can enlighten me, douglas. :) bri