True that the poetry of the earth is never dead
The grasshopper and the cricket testify that
But another great war will take place
It will a nuclear one I am sure
That will be the end of grasshopper and cricket
That will be the end of the poetry of earth
Presently with another great war
our dear earth will turn into a piece of charcoal in a moment
to dissolve in the space
Thank you Herr Einstein
Thank you Oppenheimer
Thank you Gamow
Thanks to the disinterested curiosity of science
To me the meanest flower that blows
tells me what man has made of the earth
To me the meanest flower that blows tells me what man has made of the earth Nice! A poet is the onlooker who look at something extra!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is truly great. its an arrow aimed right at the throat of todays society. wish it strikes its target. best wishes aswathi