David Carradine is the perfect example of being the poem. The way moved told a story. His eyes shared his thoughts. He was a father, and a son, an actor. a friend, a teacher and an example (both of good and bad). In fact I would have to say it wasn’t just a poem. It was a ballad. I don’t know why I am drawn to this quote, but I am. Perhaps it is simply because I will never be the poet.
Do you have others that you can see as the poem instead of the poet?