A Dumb Poet

If

you leave

this strange island,

your

friends

and

sounds of native fields,

if

you cross

the cosmic world,

you

are unknown,

even

unnamed.

If

a lime tree

charms

you,

bent

with snowflakes

by

moonlight,

can you hear

the bell tolls

when

blind Lear

knoks

on the gate.

If

you feel

something

more

than

life

or

death

in a mortal’s mind,

you needn’t write

any more

you

are

yourself

a live poem.

Someone

in this world

will understand

you,

in your silence

a dumb poet.