My sweet resolve is not to glance
To see the tongues stuck out
At me? or the others' rout?
This nose is the tip of an arrow
Through the curtains. The walls
twice thick and hole their citadels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Allan. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.