I begin to hear the voices again,
and I feel certain
this darkness of times
and minds turns me insane.
I can't fight any longer and
I am doing (what seemsthe best) -
the last Act of this life in vain,
I am falling into a lasting sleep.
I owned all the happiness and joys
and can't go on spoiling yours
anymore. Adieu my love,
you could do better without me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this idea of making virginia woolf's last words a poem. Being her admirer im certainly impressed by your attempt. These words say a lot to the reader about this world and a writer's continuous struggle for survival. Though she gave up in the end but her last words are immortal. Thanks for writing n sharing.