Classic Poem

There are two sorrows to be proud of

After slamming the door of the room behind me
After slamming the door
Of the entrance of the house behind me
And out on the street visibility zero because of the rain of the rainy season
When the day begins
What will I do
What am I going to do
To neither
Am I friend or enemy
Who can I ask
This concrete question
I hate war
And am no pacifist
The effort just to keep my eyes open
The sorrow that I can make only that effort

There are two sorrows to be proud of

I am with you
I don't understand you
Therefore I understand that you are
Therefore I understand that I am
The sorrow that I do not understand you
The sorrow that you are what you are