The poems own me now-
If I did not write them
I would not know what to do with myself-
Each one is a small adventure in thought
Often they take me to where I never was before-
To search to seek to find is to live-
Without the new thought the new line,
What would life be?
As I write this now I have the delusion that I am doing something
That I am discovering something
Perhaps I am-
I need to do this-
And it is hard for me to imagine life now
Without it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem