We were three weeks
Into term, Sheila,
When you came
Through the classroom door;
Forty-four children
Bent over books,
Copying Roethke's
‘The Lost Son'.
You wrote your
First poem on the ‘Moses'
Of Michelangelo.
Words cut like stone.
I taught you Greek
But your painting of
‘The Essence of the Rose'
Was pure Platonic form.
You drew the masks
Of Comedy and Tragedy
In perfect harmony.
Having seen neither;
So Socrates was right.
Those who have the Spirit's gift
Will one day find the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those who have the Spirit's gift Will one day find the light. this is magnificent... quoting the name of illustrated great men and women.... and finally coming to Socrates............ with a blessing...... thank you for this poem. tony