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first attempt
The first attempt
This is the first poem I try not to think about.
It is like crossing the plateau of Alentejo
I see the tarmac road that stretches miles ahead
must follow the lines of the road
or, fall off and sink into oblivion
Poetry is not unlike arithmetic; using words instead
of numbers
The hope is that the writing has an inner logic
That defies jumbled words
The instrument has a hidden note that tells us
That two is not four
I try telling you what I hear, it is easy, our obligation
to love our fellow beings
This request can be obtained by honest feelings
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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