I have had enough of pretty leaves
For one man's drizzling autumn.
I want to see the nakedness of grizzly trees.
I want to stand on bare, gray rock
Swept clean of all this commiserating letter, please!
Take in the scope of my domain
Thought robbed of my inheritance;
Open the windows of my brain,
Sweep out the thieves
And make an end of all religion;
Make and end of politics;
Make an end of worshiping
The flaws of other men;
Be a law unto myself;
Be a god again...
And know the scope of what that mean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem