You shall remain ever in secret:
But in secret, all things will be given to you.
You shall be cloaked in anonymity and commonness:
And the lowly shall inherit the earth.
You shall die in complete obscurity:
Though most fulfilled, of all living and once-lived creatures.
So rue not your days,
Your spirit which is in secret
Knows your needs and desires
And everything comes, in time:
You were always here.
April 7 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you know, I could almost imagine John Le Carre writing this about his spies, and then following it up with a laconic, Some chance of that, I'm afraid chaps. I really like this, must read it a couple of more times to check missed depths-know what I mean?