Time, your titans

[busker]

Time, your titans

Time, take back your titans,
they are of no use to me,
their libraries of learning
made for eager candle-burning.
The more we know, a yearning 
grows for the ceased-to-be.

Time, take back your wisdom,
your olive and laurel wreath.
Leave me young and foolish
by the waters of Leith.

One life: we cannot understand
all the pages writ by man,
onion nature's ensconced plan,
its infinite concentricity.
And even if I could have read
all Darwin, Aristophanes,
Keynes and Cardus, Gagravarr,
and both Einstein's Relativities,
still would I be yearning
for what has ceased to be.

Time, take back your titans'
high exalted psalms.
Leave me young and foolish,
with Love in my arms.