Constant media:
We're always being told
In instants it seems
Of anything that happens
Anywhere in this
God forsaken world: where news
Of events seem to
Announce themselves in the form
Of peculiar
Hysteria; in blazing
Moments of sheer spectacle.
O is there still time
For quiet contemplation?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem