Archaeology Poem by David Taylor
Archaeology
Shall I use your words
or invent anew
to say what was known
in ancient times?
I would excavate the scene
and reveal what time
and time alone has concealed.
I do not create
but rather an archaeologist
digging through mental rubble
to find ancient tombs of thought
that are the antipathy of decay
buried beneath slothful mountains.
And when again their carcases are opened
great forests of knowledge spring up
in our fertile mind.
And it is ignorance that turns to dust
faced with ancient words, not mine.
This is interesting David and kind of deep. Have you been to Greece on a dig or gone and watched them do it? exhausting profession but they love what they do. It's all about the 'unknown' what lies beneath and what secrets are held within. Not unlike our hearts think I.... marci.xo
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 2:47:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
haha - this is delightful reading - your last line in the poem is defiant - i love it - maybe other words will perish with time but not mine. Algernon Charles Swinburne says something like this about average people versus lovers, 'Those that Love lightly may die, but we? ' his poem, and that last line, reminded me of this poem by Swinburne, if you have not read it it is entitled 'A Forsaken Garden'.