sad indeed,
there are other freedoms
still
freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from being bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom
from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more
freedom from pain
is useless now
that you are dead.
sad. i agree that in death there is freedom from pain, but that without life, that freedom is useless.
Nice And interesting is this based on something you experinced?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Freedom exists as long as we live. When dies no concern of freedom since it has gone for ever. good.