I don't want to regret the poems I did not write
In the time I was so sick
Away from any dream of meaning through words-
I don't want to regret
All I lost by not being here
Though it all be nothing forever in the eyes of the universe-
I live the meaning of each moment
And each poem lives with me-
When I am not
And the poems are not
Nothing may say anything for them-
But if I am here and still can pretend
If I am well enough to write again
These words too may perhaps touch the face of the universe
With a beauty it might never otherwise know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem