Sometimes it is hard
To understand a poet
The depth of his soul
To his heart.
The attempt to impel the thoughts
To take the form of the letters
Melting into words for lines
Which he can paint on the paper
And try to make sense
Of his smoldering feelings
Which are too complex
Even for his sophisticated nature
To make them intelligible.
Sometimes you have to decipher
The code of the hidden sensations
And liberate the poet to understand.