
You see, we poets are ships Lost in a sea,there’s nothing to risk and nothing to lose.I could say you’re dying to write the last poem, before dying as if, death of poems and poets ever mattered. What matter, are the private affairsprinted on the front page of sensational newspapers,with uncertainty.For it’s easy to blame the time.Time, as always will […]
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