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Jugando con el humoHace 15 años
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You ask for a poem.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You say it is not good enough.
You ask for a poem.
I say this blade of grass will do.
It has dressed itself in frost,
It is more immediate
Than any image of my making.
You say it is not a poem,
It is a blade of grass and grass
Is not quite good enough.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You are indignant.
You say it is too easy to offer grass.
It is absurd.
Anyone can offer a blade of grass.
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy about
How a blade of grass
Becomes more and more difficult to offer,
And about how as you grow older
A blade of grass
Becomes more difficult to accept.
Este poema es una metafora de la vida, a veces estamos empeñados en que se nos otorgue lo que deseamos sin agradecer lo que se nos ofrece, y pues el tiempo no perdona persona, cosa o sentimiento, cada vez es mas dificil ofrecer la maravillosa simpleza con la que el mundo nos rodea y mas dificil aceptarla. Este poema va con moraleja incluida, hay que cuidar y proteger lo que se nos ofrece por simple que este sea, pero claro !DI NO A LAS DROGAS!! Smile!!
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