Shining saints beam miracles- intercede-
so Dawn's the morning saint shrined in my creed.
I'm mortal, falling flesh, grave-set goner.
Yet gleam- sheer miracle! -bless graced honour!
At death-my poems may psalm- let's say they're heard:
'Dawn taught end-stopped sinners to keep their word! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem