we can't save poetry
time consumes it all
time consumes the earth
consumes the timekeeper
books and poets crumble
until there is no spring
and there is no one left
to gather daffodils
and there is no one left
to write or read the books
so while the earth is ours
we must write poetry
so the last man may know
a vision of the world
and what has come before
and how we felt in spring
and what a love was like
before there were no lovers
A good neighbour of ours gave up and moved to Japan where there is respect for your fellow man. He was a bus driver who had been spat upon one too many times. He is much happier there. His wife was Japanese so the transition was painless.
It may be man who destroys the earth or it may be the the sun just dies. The Universe will go on IMO.
Art, dancing, music and all other forms of human expression are important and revelatory, but poetry, the written word, the symbolic representation of consciousness, has to be saved, must be encouraged and will be among our finest achievements.
The poem looks forward in time to the end of the world. So 'so while the earth is ours we must write poetry'. And hopefully when the end comes we can move to another planet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is mortal..poets are mortal but poetry will live on. So we must write to immortalize the beauty of life. A poet's is a great calling. Great thoughts.