ONE WAITS FOR A POEM ONE CANNOT WRITE
One waits for a poem one cannot write-
And writes a poem one does not want to-
And dreams them both with longing for something else.
And writes and writes
Poem after poem
Until one does not know
Where the poem is,
And whether one is a poet at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
of course you are a poet.. i adore these lines so much.. i dare to say you were so close to the essence of POETRY.. you could notify what some of poets pass through.. please, NEVER stop writing & let me know about your new piece! !