Commentary to the poem “Though I’m awake, I dream prophetic verses...”
Why do I run toward a knife?
And why does he sit in the slime?
It’s not a joke that it’s really mortal
This poem calls to mind Lucius Annaeus Seneca’s words: “Id facere laus est quod decet, non quod licet.” (“It is praiseworthy to do what is becoming, and not merely what is lawful.”)
Here also come to mind Gabdulla Tukay’s poems “My Star”, “Follow My Way” and “On Criticism”.
The presented text is adapted from Sergey Roy’s translation.