Alone, alone, one is alone
too much, wasting time
longingly, I want
no people passing by
no boring vicissitudes
no daily uselessness
but interest
in my existence, in me
Yes, I do
want to live, to love
and to care and pass on
everything
that should not be lost
Yes, that's how it should be
Yet there's nothing that should be
and that's why
one has to be alone
alone too much
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
Alone, alone, one is alone
too much, wasting time
longingly, I want
no people passing by
no boring vicissitudes
no daily uselessness
but interest
in my existence, in me
Yes, I do
want to live, to love
and to care and pass on
everything
that should not be lost
Yes, that's how it should be
Yet there's nothing that should be
and that's why
one has to be alone
alone too much
Inspired by the first line "Alleen, alleen, men is te veel alleen" ("Alone, alone, one is alone too much") of a poem by Frida Vogels, published 1994 in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3" [part II, Paris]), written on October 17th, 1952 in Paris
Collection "Pending rain"
