Gedicht
Chris Magadza
Narita Airport
Narita Airport
Narita Airport
When I watch the youth,
Abustle and ahustle,
Launching themselves
To unknown lands,
To unknown peoples,
To discovery and adventure
And perhaps undiscovered friends:
Careless of the future,
Chasing Eros
And the gods of mirth
And happiness,
And not worrying
About tomorrow’s meal
Nor tomorrow’s shelter
I feel like
The last passenger
On the last train
To the last destination.
But,
Unlike Tithonus,
Desired by an immortal goddess,
Aphrodite beautiful,
Begged for immortality,
I am blessed
With the gift
Of death.
Abustle and ahustle,
Launching themselves
To unknown lands,
To unknown peoples,
To discovery and adventure
And perhaps undiscovered friends:
Careless of the future,
Chasing Eros
And the gods of mirth
And happiness,
And not worrying
About tomorrow’s meal
Nor tomorrow’s shelter
I feel like
The last passenger
On the last train
To the last destination.
But,
Unlike Tithonus,
Desired by an immortal goddess,
Aphrodite beautiful,
Begged for immortality,
I am blessed
With the gift
Of death.
Tokyo, 1998
© 2006, Chris Magadza
From: Father and other poems
Publisher: Poetry International Web,
From: Father and other poems
Publisher: Poetry International Web,
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Narita Airport
When I watch the youth,
Abustle and ahustle,
Launching themselves
To unknown lands,
To unknown peoples,
To discovery and adventure
And perhaps undiscovered friends:
Careless of the future,
Chasing Eros
And the gods of mirth
And happiness,
And not worrying
About tomorrow’s meal
Nor tomorrow’s shelter
I feel like
The last passenger
On the last train
To the last destination.
But,
Unlike Tithonus,
Desired by an immortal goddess,
Aphrodite beautiful,
Begged for immortality,
I am blessed
With the gift
Of death.
Abustle and ahustle,
Launching themselves
To unknown lands,
To unknown peoples,
To discovery and adventure
And perhaps undiscovered friends:
Careless of the future,
Chasing Eros
And the gods of mirth
And happiness,
And not worrying
About tomorrow’s meal
Nor tomorrow’s shelter
I feel like
The last passenger
On the last train
To the last destination.
But,
Unlike Tithonus,
Desired by an immortal goddess,
Aphrodite beautiful,
Begged for immortality,
I am blessed
With the gift
Of death.
Tokyo, 1998
From: Father and other poems
Narita Airport
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