O sun, hide me from her seductive brow,
I am an angel from altItude watching insidious clay
Moulded in Eve shape, polish with feminine nouns.
I wish I could keep the feelings before it was late.
I could have learnt from the past, the apple-ripening
Days in holy field, before I descend'd
To her mundane height to wrap in poetry
Her wandering souls from belial men.
How I wish I could save a soul
And still have mine beating in me,
Or could reserve my feeling from her being known
As angel to mortals before her whisper broke my wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How I wish I could save a soul And still have mine beating in me, Or could reserve my feeling from her being known As angel to mortals before her whisper broke my wings... fine expressions dear poet. tony