My mind was working another way
I was far from poetry
But then I felt lonely without it
As if I had given away the best part of myself
For something far more lifeless and prosaic
So I try now to write these lines
As if they had a depth of inner feeling
The best and the deepest in me
When I know they do not-
And for a long time now
Even poetry has not been real poetry
And I am only trying still to do
What I never really could do
Though at times I fooled myself
Into thinking otherwise.
Nice poem. “..... for a long time now Even poetry has not been real poetry And I am only trying still to do What I never really could do“. Loved it.
Without poetry a poet's life is completely lonely. You should pen many more poems with much brilliance and expressive emotion. An amazing poem is excellently penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the alone life the poetry is the perfect friend!