‘Maybe We Have Time‘ extract 1

“Maybe  we still have time

to be and to be just.

Yesterday, truth died 

a most untimely death,

and although everyone knows it,

they all go on pretending.

No one has sent it flowers.

It is dead now and no one weeps.”

(from ‘Maybe We Have Time’  by Pablo Neruda - from ‘Isla Negra’  translated  by Alastair Reid)