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A poet is a fragile ghost
God gave a paperbark as skin.
though he excels, when as a host
he draws your innards slowly in.
And like a river's undertow
the promise of a mermaid's song,
if it's a poet whom you know
you're wise and know where you belong.
So, let your words meet in the air
and happily engage in dance,
the music is for you to share
the poetry? Go, have a glance.
That first loud scream, when you are born
begins the sonnet, although shrill
the terror of a lover's scorn
may it remain forever still.
Herbert Nehrlich
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