I RETURN TO THE POEMS I LOVE
I return to the poems I love
I recite and read them again
They console me
With their beauty
And with the suggestion
That they are
Immortal lines-
But are there really any immortal lines
Or will all these too be forgotten
And be as if they never were
When the end of the end of the end
Comes or doesn't come
So far from now
We cannot even begin to conceive it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem