There are poets who write
from knowledge of love
and lust and wine and all
that makes life bearable,
and then there are poets
who read what others
wrote and, apt pupils,
reach their heights,
and when time has run farther
in its meandering course,
even the learned ones
will not know
who truly lived and who
only dreamed, based
on what others wrote
after having lived.
14.05.2024
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