a poem from Polish poet Tadeusz Rózewicz

poetry doesn't always

take the form

of a poem

after fifty years

of writing

poetry

may appear

to the poet

in the shape of a tree

a bird

flying away

light

it takes the shape

of lips

it nests in their silence

or it lives in a poem

devoid of form and content

                          Oct. 13, 1988


So  this is in line with an earlier question, whether or not a poem can exist without words.  I think.  Found a collection, Sobbing Superpower: selected poems of Tadeusz Rózewicz, in our coffeeshop down here this morning.     (posting from Texas, Sylvia Manning)