MY POEMS HAVE BECOME MORE AND MORE MEDIOCRE
My poems have become more and more mediocre
More and more repetitious
I should give up writing them
And hide behind my own silence
But I cannot
I do not
I have to write them
When I do not
Meaningless enters
And I wonder what I am doing in the world
This is perhaps no excuse
Perhaps it is a sin against Writing
To use it so for one own personal feeling of well-being
I do not know
My poems now are small confessions
They tell the feelings of my life
This is another one
Plain and clear and mediocre
I confess my life in little lines
And tell myself
And try to tell you
It is poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem