Poetry was something else <br /> <br />written by others <br /> <br />somewhere else <br /> <br />and came from <br /> <br />somewhere else <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />but the poetry <br /> <br />which he did not know <br /> <br />called one day <br /> <br />in a language he did not know <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />so he put down words on paper <br /> <br />and threw the paper away <br /> <br />but the words did not go away <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />and he did not know what poetry should do <br /> <br />until he wrote the words <br /> <br />which told him <br /> <br />what poetry could do <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />for only poetry can teach you poetry <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Gertrude Stein stood behind me while I wrote this.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-young-poet-2/
