Monday, November 29, 2010

NICU

NICU

You were the best poet I heard.

It was an honour to be near you
And be taught by you. You need three things
To live well: a good heart, a trained mind, and
A gut paved with metal.

Nicu, today I sing about you again.

Nobody else could turn sixty years
Of suffering
Into humour.
--This poem is from The Wooden Tongue Speaks, by Bogdan Tiganov, soon to be published by Honest Publishing.

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