"A free man" may "think of nothing less than death"
But what of all the dying and the dead
We have known?
The family and friends
We have lost?
Spinoza was a young man
When he wrote-
But what about the old?
But what about those
Far close to the end
Than to the beginning?
Less free in so many ways
Than ever before
I freely write these words-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem