Some like poetry
that means not all.
Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting the schools, where one must,
and the poets themselves, there will be perhaps two in a thousand.
but one also likes chicken noodle soup,
one likes compliments and the color blue, one likes an old scarf,
one likes to prove one’s point,
one likes to pet a dog.
but what sort of thing is poetry?
More than one shaky answer
has been given to this question.
But I do not know and do not know and clutch on to it,
as to a saving bannister.
*Exclusive Poetry @ PAN
Translated from Polish by: Joanna Maria Trzecia
Gosh, it’s poem-in-your-pocket day ‘11! For real! Happy national poetry month. If anyone’s doing poem-a-day for the first time and you’ve hit the halfway-through-this cruel month wall, i have faith in you! Power on!