The poem
I do not carry it in my blood,
not in the ink.
I do not carry it in the word,
I do not transport it to paper.
The poem is carried by the poet,
and it's makes great his death
The poem
I do not carry it in my blood,
not in the ink.
I do not carry it in the word,
I do not transport it to paper.
The poem is carried by the poet,
and it's makes great his death
