Elegy For The Death Of Literature Poem by Negar Gorji

Dionysius, muses and nymphs,
Where art thee,
John's revelation is coming true.

O, Shakespeare!
Thou shall compare thy beloved to a winter's day.
Though men can breathe and eyes can see,
Your beloved is wandering under death's shade.
Men are banished to "Mantua"
Or are lost in "Paradise".

No more love, true love
No more beauty, closed eyes
No more cheer, withered hearts.

But thee, Shakespeare!
Do not concern,
Now, your beloved can mourn for thee
For ever,
An as long as men are banished
The eternal mourn will fill the silence of death.