Something I want to know
But what is that
Exactly I know not.
I want to make noise
But for what
That I know not.
Formless though,
I am forming myself.
Presently I am here,
But the name of the place
I know not.
Loneliness, my only asset,
And here I want to collect
The things for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem