What think you I take my pen in hand to record?
The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day
under full sail?
The splendors of the past day?or the splendor of the night that envelops me? - no;
But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the
crowd, partingthe parting of dear friends,
The one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kiss'd him,
While the one to depart rightely prest the one to remain in his arms.
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He could be everywhere; whether in Brooklyn or New York port; whether in Lubeck or under acropolis in Athens, whether in King's Road in London ... There is the image of a poet that does not need a lot for his life; just a piece of paper and an old pencil.
He crosses his legs, he half-closes his eyes and with a dreamy smile on his lips he puts down the vision that evolves, like a short film, in his imagination!
Eviva for the poets on this Earth!
A special prosit to ours, John Walter!
He saw the infinite in the everyday.
"He could be everywhere; whether in Brooklyn or New York port; whether in Lubeck or under acropolis in Athens, whether in King's Road in London ... There is the image of a poet that does not need a lot for his life; just a piece of paper and an old pencil.
He crosses his legs, he half-closes his eyes and with a dreamy smile on his lips he puts down the vision that evolves, like a short film, in his imagination!"
I would add that "she" could be substituted for the word he and this statement fulfills
my experience of writing poetry.