Donald Traxler's Poetry

Monday, August 24, 2020

He embodies poetry,

he embodies desire.

He feels both,

like ice and fire.

He lives and works in light and shadow.

From his home among the trees,

he writes what he may please,

free as the evening breeze:

old poet at his ease.

He carries the flame

of the past,

the present,

and the uncertain future.

He is all races,

all times,

and all places.

Il est de toutes races,

tous les temps,

et tous les lieux.

Él es de todas las razas,

todos los tiempos,

y todos los lugares.

Ele é de todas as raças,

todos os tempos,

e todos os lugares.

atsvyai nigadv yvwi,

nigadv igohida,

ale nigadv hanani.

ᎠᏨᏯᎢ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏴᏫ,

ᏂᎦᏛ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ,

ᎠᎴ ᏂᎦᏛ ᎭᎾᏂ.

He is a man of extremes,

a man of values.