The Poet Poem by Haniel Long
The Poet
I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.
I go where only winds are going,
Kiss what fades away;
I know a thing too strange for knowing,
I, the clay.
The Clay knows it all. It is the vessel that houses the unknown. Just noticed that I have read it before. glad to read this excellent poem again.
Superb poem! TOP Marks 5 Stars and thanks for sharing
Extraordinary. True poetic insight. Only very good poets can, This clay did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/26/2025 8:25:33 PM # 1.0.0
Nice poem about the Poet. I like it