To preserve wisdom,
the folk of where a poet oft paidled
composing poems out of the blue,
took to leaving bits of paper
and pens around
for him or someone nigh
to set down what came through.
Without left bits
and writing things,
we wouldn't have
(I paraphrase) :
we don't read to be more wise;
we read, that if we go to hell,
hell will not surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem