Poetry has been
delicate crystal
preciously placed
quaint curio, glass and brass
the far right corner
pedestal and candle
high above the mantle
fine for show and
after dinner chit-chat
champagne and caviar but
so awkwardly
out of reach
impossibly difficult to
take down
grit and fingernail
where
a tattered page
corners cut
to mark
great passages.
(Previously published in The Alley, May 2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a brief bibliography of poetry...well done