O I'm tired and weary. For too long now
Have I wasted my energy on wingless
Trivialities and dead end, bankrupt schemes.
Yet my one saving grace is my poetry.
So I must concentrate on distilling and
Refining it. I must pluck bright metaphors
From the depths of my being and my dreaming.
O I shall focus hard on the poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem