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Sometimes, a first draft of a poem leaves me awed
Sometimes, a first draft of a poem leaves me awed.
It is as if it came as gift from God.
But then when I start to revise
and look at it with more studious eyes,
I see all the places were it's irredeemably flawed,
and I lose all the joy the poem initially brought.
And then, in the trash it goes,
like a hundred thousands other lines ~
of my failed poetry and prose.
Copyright ©
Marinus Jansen
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