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Anywhere Out Of The World

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This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to
suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one
which I discuss incessantly with my soul.
'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and there
you would invigorate yourself like a lizard. This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built of marble
and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that they uproot all the trees. There you have a landscape
that corresponds to your taste! a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'
My soul does not reply.
'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to settle in Holland,

that beatifying country? Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often admired
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Townie Page 01 September 2017

Must have been better in French.

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Fabrizio Frosini 11 July 2015

fresh and unique language.....

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Brian Jani 02 May 2014

Nice poem I like it so much.

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Aisha Baranowska 23 October 2013

Oh, this is magnificent! : -) This poem is my own soul's mirror-like reflection; not to confuse the reverted image of a real mirror - as I truly do identify with everything he says in this particular poem; this sense of not ever belonging to this world, of longing for another reality - this vain illusions of happiness in changing places...! Even my own life looks the same way: I can never stay for a long time in one place, in one country - I crave to be elsewhere, somewhere I am not...! I travel and then, I realise that this world is not for me; that this life is not for me... That I do not know how to live; I am lost amidst of nothing and desperate for an escape...! This world has never been my place; if our soul is a mystic creature which descends upon the earth materialised by birth - then we can only find happiness after reaching our final destination which is certainly not this world, for it lies in another dimension unseen and unperceived by the living...

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Ms Acras 11 August 2009

Possessed with the desire to change beds; one man I would like to do.

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