I
Poet-Seer
So much about
In pain
And
Suffering
Go:
So many
Times
I breathe
Most now
With scope of
Escaping
From such oblivion
As to never hear
My name in centuries
Three or five or ten
Or more
And
Then injustice be
More done
To Earth herself
Harming herself to
Deprive itself
So totally of me
So cruelly
As not even my works to discuss
Nay criticize as much
As it will:
But by that keep
The flame burning
That
Oblivion turns away
At least
A little.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem