To A Poet a Thousand Years Hence by James Elroy Flecker

Another poet grasping for immortality and advising other poets on same.

Just like Shakespeare did centuries before with “Not Marble Nor the Gilded Monuments” (internal link)

Well, this poem has lasted a hundred years. My writing won’t. Flecker wins!

Maeonides, by the way, is another name for Homer.

To A Poet a Thousand Years Hence

by James Elroy Flecker (1884 – 1915)

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 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.

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