there is a freedom - an infinity, a clarity
and yet we have settled
for small confines and distortions
for what is given, what is prescribed
and the urine-stench alleys of the mind of time;
we have abandoned the green hills and white clouds
of beauty
for the narrowness of identity
for ideals and the group and pursuits
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very nice. It's well-written and makes a good point.