I HAVE WRITTEN THE POEM FOR THE DAY
I have written my poem for the day
I can rewrite it time and time again
But I hear some other sounds
And I feel in me
An ancient longing for meaning remade
For miraculous words
Surprising in beauty and depth of kindness
Far far away
I am only fooling myself
My poems are my lonely desperate confession
The expression of my urgent inner need
To do to say to be
To somehow feel
What I am
Somehow means
I am and will be
Truly real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem