Caricamento in corso...

Honour Poetry

You see my spirit is free because a million words grows in my mind a day.
The flow of words to write the glory of what words named poetry can be.
Long ago when the wording began; they thought I was a greyed poet.
But my ears are that of the ancient with flowery buds.
“ Why are you quiet they always asked me”
My reason was simple musing in the house of poetry within my joyful silence.
For this readiness to live with poetry lingered me always.
But least I came to the presence of those who ask me of what poetry does to man?...
I say honour poetry out of words.
Altre opere di Carl Socrates Hansen...



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