The silence of the rocks and stones at the Oracle of Delphi,
brought me to my spiritual knees and awoke a fresh humility.
Boulder dumb and story full the ruined temples vie
for the quicksilver attention of the jaundiced modern eye.
Invading it like ants, a shutter clicking swarm,
we cast a cursory glance, its mysteries ignored.
When our'civilisation'crumbles what will our descendants claim?
..the glorious corporate burger and some cheap computer games.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem