Correlative for the Cycle

It’s rare, but it happens.
Some text in translation,
Several centuries old,

Maybe millenniums,
Something you sort of thought
You knew or knew about,

Comes back into your hands,
Perhaps in a better
Translation, new context,

New line of scholarship,
And you encounter it
As new, anew, startled

To find it has something
To say to you you’d missed
Or never suspected,

And you sit down with it,
Kid with a salvaged toy,
Gamer with an update

Better than suspected.
You’re fully absorbed, and
Poetry’s new again.