Do I have to go?
Did the terrain of the day gobble me in one gulp?
Did the sun have to follow me to hiding?
Did the wind have to blow in five different directions?
Did Sir Impulse need to fight my battle and
Collapse shamefully on the war boundary line?
Did time itself have to fall in front of its new tyrant?
Did the master of fear have to back down?
Do I have to go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem we have here has one of the best displays for meaning that I have read in a while. I adore this poem.