The instinct to live and survive in the face of all calamities and challenges is central to human existence. I support the poet's clear and emphatic views in this regard. What an expression!
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
I like this far better than some of Maya's more famous poems. It has a beautiful, restrained tone and fine imagery
and the feeling of a courageous soul determined to endure suffering. Yes, a very fine poem.
Age sure does weary us but your cleverness shouts out 'I love to live' so do I that's why
I as a kid I dived into the cellars to avoid Hitler's bombs, glad he's dead....life is wonderful...kind regards
I love when she says I keep dying because I love to live...What that means to me is in order to enjoy the good times in life you have to know the struggle if I never knew struggle I would never appreciate peace comfort and a worry less life. So I don't mind dying because it teaches me how much I love living. -Wrong Era
We born and we love life, but someday we are going to die as we were born, grew and become old, without physical strenght, with wrinkles and darkness in our eyes. Life - death - young - old - beauty and smooth - wrinkles and darkness.