We need rice, salt,
chilly, firewood;
we can do without poetry.
Yet poetry will come back
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Poetry, poetry of the stomach, the fire of the belly, human want and necessity, wants he to write? How rice is produced from de-husking it? How is it reaped and gleaned? How is salt gathered? How the logs come from the woodlands? Lenin, Stlain and Marx engage him in full.
We tend to sing with the poet, Poetry will come Watering our mouths, burning us with pain in order to heal our wounds, Eulogies to poetry is the essence of this poem..