Should poetry be inspired by poetry that dies?
By a black burden on a page, just because it cries?
In a trivial moment I became permanent
To you. All art is the art of surprise.
The composer sought symmetry
In such an outward manner, the Jew
Who looks inward nearly despaired.
Mozart is Arab in his outward look.
The extrovert who loves is never prepared.
What you read in a book may change
Your world view in such a way
You will contemplate white sands all day.
You may dimly feel what dimly comes next.
You may lose your temper at a party.
And stay. But still feel cheated out of sex.
It doesn’t matter. The genius won’t sit still
For anything. And you will.