“ I have absolutely no pleasure in the
stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge.
It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have
peril ed life and reputation and reason. It has been
the desperate attempt to escape from torturing
memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness
and a dread of some strange impending doom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem