Ars Poetica

You are a poet, I am often told, because your words speak directly to lover and beloved.

But, I reply, a poet must separate himself from love to look for meaning.

Perhaps he still sows, sprays, flings words and letters with his fingers from an inner thirst.

Perhaps he burns with love, ardent as any lover, but his eye is impartial.

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