Writing
How I long to write –
Writing that could bring Toba to Baba*,
Stroke nightingale feathers,
Make the poor happy,
Converse with the sea,
And make the cloud speak.
(Advanced age has taught me to avoid sadness,
Happiness and regret.)
The feeling of my death approaching
(Not a big deal)
Has brought me closer to myself,
But has prevented any writing.… Leer más