Do not decree faith on this race,
stars, ships and smoke are enough;
it is concerned with things, determines
stars and mathematical infinity,
and a trait, call it trait of love,
emerges more purely from it all.
The heavens hang limp, and stars come loose
from the juncture with moon and night.
What strange images she has chosen to represent mankind; stars, ships and smoke. I wonder why. It is partly idealistic, partly technological, partly vague and maybe the smoke is bad for us. And then she brings love into it all! Well, who wouldn't? But in the last verse there is a hint of things are falling apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
and a trait, call it trait of love, emerges more purely from it all. love as supreme.. tony