A deep and subtle legacy
I took into my grave.
My thoughts were gliders soaring high
More classic than the Greek.
My ports the dusty sidewalks were
That is a poet's curse.
Those same prosaic sidewalks now
Take home my hallowed hearse.
Chorus
(They didn't grasp my special quest
And I avoided their infection.
I only wanted what was best
And took my own direction.)
Now that I'm gone, I'm sure there's one
Who'll read my truth and say
This surely was a noble soul.
Why did he go away?
Posthumous love is better than none
Dissolved will be my fear
As voices ring and gently sing
Why was he here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mystery to me! I'd like to know more about the special quest?