The Secret Life Of Poems Ι All poems are orphans. They live in an asylum. Some days as kids, other days as elders. During nights they gather in the hall And reads one another. I Ι All poems are guilty Will never apologize. Some are condemned to oblivion. But memory is the most merciless judge. ΙΙΙ All poems hide a secret. A trap door in every verse, a hidden crypt a loose brick, or a rotten plank for the reader to slide and fall Ι V Most poems are afraid to die that’s why they keep falling in love but death never comes in an instant actually their beginning is preparing it. V When a poem falls in love it often becomes persistent. It repeats its lyrics, the same motion, the same caress as a tide or a girl-acrobat on the snow. VI Poems are stars. They keep sending their light long after they die. VII If while you roam about happen to see a poem that is an acquaintance of yours please d...