
Poetry Dispatch No. 21 | November 4, 2005
Poets are born old;
with the passing of the years
we make ourselves into children.
by Humberto Ak’abal (Guatamalan Poet, trans by Miguel Rivera)

Poetry Dispatch No. 21 | November 4, 2005
Poets are born old;
with the passing of the years
we make ourselves into children.
by Humberto Ak’abal (Guatamalan Poet, trans by Miguel Rivera)
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