A POET WHO CAN THINK ONLY OF POETRY
A poet who can think only of Poetry
And write only of Poems
Is another fanatic
Another nut, obsessive
Another slave of his own idea.
Why can’t I be free
And see the world before me
As ‘A land of dreams
With joy, light, love,
Certainty, peace,
And help from pain’?
very good written although sometimes it's great writing down someone's ideas to free himself and feels better. good luck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel your purpose...Sometimes writing your feelings traps you and makes you relive your pain..But once its released it can feel like a burden has been lifted. Esp, when someone else has share in your pain...