Shall we look at what there is, this poetical
landscape as it is, or what it points at,
the promise left shimmering on the horizon,
unfulfilled? This is the problem with these
poets life took off from its breast early on
and gave to the silencing earth. But then,
it is our custom to think that promise would
have led to promise fulfilled; yet many other
things than the violent hand of man
could have silenced him while still alive,
left him mute for long years to come.
Yes, beyond those shimmering promises
should have laid vast lands cultivated with
lyrical words, yet this strip of land bordering
on desert waste is what we have; it must do.
Rest belongs to death.
14.07.2024
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