A poet is a man
Who doubts and dreams
Reverberating words
A hitter of thoughts
A fool in the hill
Counting yesterdays
Words quivering
Darts
From the rucksack cross belt
Hitting the flesh with its spears
Ransacking the dictionaries
Pursuing beauty
He ends in poverty
The boor bard
But I can see the angelical wheels
Turning up and own over the hammock
The couch of Procustus
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