I DID NOT WRITE A POEM AND RUN AWAY
I did not write a poem and run away
I did not wait for inspiration
And when it disappeared
Disappear also
I day by day
Wrestled with my own lines
I tried and tried again and again
I lived in poetry for years
And I wrote many poems
I no longer know the names of
I lived in this
I live in this
I am here all the way
I will stay as long as I can in Poetry
And when I leave or it leaves me
However meaningful or meaningless it is to others
I know I was true to it
With all my yearning and my pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great perspective. You (sometimes painstakingly) made poetry and as a result, poetry made you