A verse
A feather
In the sky
Afloat
So is my verse
So will I
So deserve
And
When
Laden with
Night-dews and cold
Relative
Slow
Slow
It fell
Unto the winy earth
Still
Warmed reviving in
The hands of Dawn
It still
Breathed the call of
Verse.
‘That's bravery, ' said my Monsignor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem. Enjoyed.