The Country Of My Body

Poem By Max Reif

The country of my body
has narrow boundaries.
Here in this small place,
Fate has alotted my task:

to work the fields of joy and sorrow,
harvest the fruits of my actions,
and contemplate their sweet
and bitter residues.

Comments about The Country Of My Body

In this brief poem is the metaphor of a poet and all he does. I love it, Max. Raynette
A poet's work is never done, but someone has to do it.

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