Why Read Poetry
I have translated voices
To the ends of beauty
I have known intimately
Such wild abandon of soul
I cannot translate that
Spirituality transcends poetry
That I have experienced
I read poetry to get glimmers
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Because at times I have stopped
To look through the rain
For the wished for words
The wished for loves
The intimacy we are nomads for
I read poetry because the lady
Next to me on the bus
Is reading a book of poetry
And I wanted to know her
It all starts innocently enough
I read poetry because I know
That in the space between poems
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I will be looking in life for
The symbolism of her pages
A manticore muse I never find
The imagination of faery and ocean
And an intuition of whim
That undresses all other pleasures
By comparison of how superficial they are
The enjoyment of the spirit
I cannot translate that
But I can pretend.
So in-depth translation of all those imaginations and feelings that can’t be translated, we all merely acting to pretend to understand, while the reality is the mystery remains so untold 🙂
I rather agree with you.
Hehehehe 🙂