The centuries pass
The centuries pass, my friend,
And the injustices and
Deeds that stink
Into the Lethe of the wines
Of centuries
Buried be:
So all be level
And Justice rises
To the face of the waters of the
Night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I like this poem, the theme of time is handled with calm deliberation, no panic about time running out. Rather it seems like we are witnesses to its flow not victims of its flood. (I wonder if there is a typing error: Did you mean THE INJUSTICES AND DEEDS STINK etc or... SINK INTO?) I find the closing image breathtaking, beautiful, consoling - JUSTICES RISES TO THE FACE OF THE WATERS OF THE NIGHT. I sense a great force of Nature is at work but it will not harm us, it's hardly aware of us as it goes about its work of cleansing the world.5