I'm so repelled by these callous times.
I can't keep up with the constant buzz
Or the manic turning of the wheel.
I'd like to move away from the dregs
Of this boorish, bargain basement world.
Perhaps I could rent a cottage deep
In the woods - far from compliant crowds:
Write poetry to my heart's content.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem