Rejoice earth, receive a guest,
because poetry is not laid to rest
for time is dear sir, intolerant
and bathes the brave and innocents
with beautiful words, not laments.
They are the ones who follow right,
follow the poet into the night,
with rhymes unconstraining voice
which persuade them all to rejoice.
Earth rejoiced and gave others heart
which let the healing fountain start
by going straight through the maize
to loosen the well head of their days
while choirs of heaven sing of praise.
Poetic songs which give and forgives,
with an ode to those by whom it lives;
Pardon for cowardice, contempt, conceit,
lay your poetry and honor at their feet.
Then when in the end time, it grows near
in their hearts, there will be no fear,
because the language of love they hear
from poetry written long, long ago,
now time grows dear for what they sow. |
