Not as separate from life
But because it showed me Life
As I had never dreamed it to be
I loved Literature
Because its worlds
Were larger than my own
And the lives in it
Greater than my own
I love Literature still
For the beauty of its language
For its revelation of the soul
For reminding me
Of how I lived in it once
And dreamed through it to be
What I have and mostly have not become
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem