I have many poems not my own in me
Many great lines
Carefully memorized
And returned upon again and again
All this other poetry in me
I sense somehow deepens and enriches me
And makes my life more beautiful-
I walk and say these poems
Over and over again to myself
In me and without me
They bless me
Poetry in me not my own
My own real poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem