If I reply to you, it will be another poem
so I will stay silent.
The philosophical mind
(by philosophical I do not mean knowing,
but endlessly open and curious)
gathers all that’s necessary for the poem,
(the poem the only respite from sad reality now).
As a poet, I require neither occasion, theme nor technique—
merely the experience of my mind,
that, having left companions and lovers and family so far behind
I could easily be accused of a crime
even though—is it too strange? The tone?—
I am infinitely happy
and infinitely alone.