And when you have nobody to love and nobody loves you:
Love Life, Love Death. The both of them. There are so very few.
So few things so all powerful as Life and Death truly are.
So Love Death. Love nobody. And let yourself to the star-
that loves, regardless what it be- love life, love death, love both of them:
for both of them you understand and see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brooding soliloquy so intense in its delivery, like a desperate surrender to the inevitability of life and death because of loneliness and isolation. Great write.10+ But I do wish you will write of happier things!
I will, I hope. Happiness is not the foremost dimension of my nature at this point. But I swear I have capacity to be so…thank you for the compliment on the poem.