A child asked me what is poetry and I don't know what it is any more than he does //caption P O E T R Y A child asked, what is poetry? As I formed the word by arranging the tiles in Scrabble How could I answer the child? For I don't know what it is anymore than he does. I guess it must be the pieces of ecstasy, the moon has pocketed glimpsing its mangata Or I guess it must be the grief of the stars