A Poet’s Poetry

Poets everywhere are the same
The same songs come to them

A native drums
in distant Africa
Perhaps his is the best poetry

From beyond those high mountains
The robed lamas chant hymns
The most spiritual poems come to them

In New York
where sky is lost to the sky-scrappers
She is turning her longing for nature
The finest songs come from her

A child is born
It screams
The screaming is poetry
of the beginning of life

A tear is a poem
A smile its celebration

While words are printed
The best poems are written not on papers
But by the swans on the shores
the winds on the highway

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