I DO NOT TRY TO REMEMBER MY OWN LINES
I do not try to remember my own lines
I do not know why
For remembering a poem
Knowing it by heart
Is truly having it as one’s own
My own poems are not my own
Perhaps they are no ones
Poems that no one wants
Are not really poems
Perhaps I have no poems
No poems of my own
And only poems of others
If so what has all this life in poetry been
And why am I writing now?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem