I want to
After putting my nose into much
Regardless how far away, nearby…
I want to write in darkness
I want a total darkness
I want my pen to be
as it should be
of the same colour as is the paper
of the rock…or…the stone, clay…
on which the art is to be based
Then you can read in your way
There, my writings; my reader
will be read in your darkness
with your lightness,
and with your imagination…
And you, my dear, will not see a line
will not see any trace of chiselling, carving
I shall not change the balance of the nature
therefore not a particle moves, is displaced by me.
So please read slowly
read my poems as you read my heart
read them as if you read my mind
read them in your way
and I will read none
of comments, replies
good or bad; back-biting or forbidden whispers
respectful or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem