Don't ask me where the poems begin
And why they begin
Or how they begin
And what they are about
And how old I am
And why my time
Is not so much time left
Don't ask me
Why I have failed
And why I am not good enough
And who I am
Don't ask me anything
Please don't ask me anything
I have nothing to say
And soon
Soon
If it isn't for God
My being will be only atoms
Scattered to other stars
And my name only the dust
On which my poems are written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem