I'm drinking coffee before the laptop,
translating a poem by John Wieners
who looks in the Poets.org photo
like his decades ran a freight-train
over him, repeatedly - as they did. Or
perhaps, through those experiences,
all that was lost from the man
went into the poetry, the art
unblemished, growing, as
the man in the artist withered,
a counter Dorian Gray?
16.07.2024
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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