Now that he has gone,
credit him for our boldness.
Forgive him for his failings-
he feared he wasn't right.
Let's hope a bolder future
will too forgive our failings,
credit how we shone
to give him greater boldness-
and fears he too is wrong.
An evocative and timeless poem, one with generational transitional resonance and hopefully from the shoulders of giants an infinite timeline tapering equally past and future from an ephemeral present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder if you are writing about a specific man, or just an imagined character. The tone reminds me a little of Browning's 'The lost Leader'.