I came to the end of another long day-
I was as silent as a poem I had been unable to write-
Tiredness, I hoped, would take my mind to a place beyond logical thought-
But I had no metaphors
To entertain with-
How many years
And how much less light will there be
Before I can write
Another true poem again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem