The stars are not the stars anymore
They are no longer other worlds
We dream to see and even to be in
They are forces of incredible heat and cold
Horrible Brightness and Darkness
We will never live in them
We will never enjoy them
We will never find a beauty in them
We could not find in earth
The stars are no longer the stars
And we are not the dreamers we were either
For much less is open to us than we hoped for
And our earth our earth is our only true world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem captures the cynicism of the realist who has lived long enough to see through his own dreams. I wish I did not understand it so well.