I Wait With Nothing To Write Poem by Shalom Freedman
I Wait With Nothing To Write
I wait with nothing to write
Will I ever write again?
I am writing now
Repeating myself
Writing about not writing
And about not being able to write
And about writing nonetheless
If I write this same poem a few hundred more times
People will mind as much as they always have
And do for this poem
I am a writer who has written only for himself
No wonder he is a writer to nobody else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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