There be a World out there
A world that's in my verse
Not far from Earth
Yet not the Earth
No towns
No cities
Lands
Power
Glory
Country
Laws
State
Wars
No, no,
Not these
And
No
For
More
So
Many
Things
Years
Pass
Years
Pass
Make
Your
Step
Now
And
Hesitate
Not
When
Youth
Be
Past
Perhaps
It
Be
Too
Late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This skinny line poem (a term used by the Minnesota poet Robert Bly} could be paired with the Poet-Seer's prophecy of a new human existence, which might on earth but is not of earth. But there is a proviso at the very end which startled me, namely WHEN YOUTH BE PAST PERHAPS IT BE TOO LATE. I sincerely hope NOT. Youth is a wonderful thing but it's very nature is to be absorbed into age. That's its only destiny. But we old duffers are still those glorious young men! Every past deserves its future, and we are the future of those youths!