Not one poem
Not one poem only
But
In the turn of time
I yearn to sing more
About
The poets and the scientists
And philosophers and more
unknown
Whose work with cobwebs of
Oblivion
Goes:
these under the cruel shutting of
the tomb-slabs
lie
forgotten in oblivion
yet the worst
be that the Earth has disowned
their works
themselves
as disowned children without legitim:
these too
were and be children of the Earth
who wants them not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem