They said inebriation seldom
produces poetry,
don't know what produces poetry
at all.
Then I got confused
what is inebriation
Never got the answer.
Life seemed a seeking.
Meanings are hard to come by.
Who can say the final word?
What's finality?
Explain to me in essence
and totality what life is,
Then I will pursue such
a path which
takes me to me.
Paths till then are ugly, dreary
and shallow.
I will exist, I will exist,
for I know not another path.ths till then are ugly, dreary
and shallow.
I will exist, I will exist,
for I know not another path.
Meanings are hard to come by! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I once wrote down a quote in Portuguese that referred to inebriation and poetry. I will see if I can find it and get back to you. I remember the gist of it. Translated, it went something like this: Drink brings out the poet inside each of us. As I said, I will try to find the original in Portuguese. Your poem is very interesting, by the way.
Thanks
Thanks Kim.