to a poet a thousand years hence

[chubacka]

"TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE"

 

I who am dead a thousand years,

And wrote this sweet archaic song,

Send you my words for messengers

The way I shall not pass along.

 

I care not if you bridge the seas,

Or ride secure the cruel sky,

Or build consummate palaces

Of metal or of masonry.

 

But have you wine and music still,

And statues and a bright-eyed love,

And foolish thoughts of good and ill,

And prayers to them who sit above?

 

How shall we conquer? Like a wind

That falls at eve our fancies blow,

And old Maeonides the blind

Said it three thousand years ago.

 

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,

Student of our sweet English tongue,

Read out my words at night, alone:

I was a poet, I was young.

 

Since I can never see your face,

And never shake you by the hand,

I send my soul through time and space

To greet you. You will understand.

 

By James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915).

[chubacka]

Awww that's gorgeous, thanks for sharing

[Bluelicious]

A nice ancient poem.

[Haatu]

Such a beautiful poem (yes I'm a sucker for these things). Thanks Chubacka.

 

Apophis, another great find.