When the sun goes down, they told me,
I have to slash my veins;
it’s only noon,
I’ve a few hours left to live.
Shall I write to Lucullus?
I don’t feel like it now.
Go to the circus?
I don’t need games any more, nor bread.
Shall I tell
philosophy’s fortune?
Another hour has gone by.
I’ve a full four hours left.
My bath water’s heating up.
I yawn and lean out of the window,
follow the course of the sun that will not go down again,
and feel inexpressibly bored.
(Marin Sorescu)
More Poetry from Marin Sorescu:
Marin Sorescu Poems based on Topics: Fate & Destiny, Boredom- Asking Too Much? (Marin Sorescu Poems)
- Paintings (Marin Sorescu Poems)
- Fountains in the Sea (Marin Sorescu Poems)
- The Whistle (Marin Sorescu Poems)
- Getting Used to Your Name (Marin Sorescu Poems)
- The House (Marin Sorescu Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Fate & Destiny Poems, Boredom PoemsBased on Keywords: heating, inexpressibly, lucullus