The writer in his sadness
Remembers too much-
Longs for the worlds
That are gone
Moments and perceptions also
Is afflicted by
Sudden occasional visits from the past
And does not know how to make these experiences live again
The writer in his sadness
Knows he is not a good enough writer
To be true to his own life and experience
The writer in his sadness
Lives remembers long
And cannot create his own past life again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem