I am the womb of every holt,
I am the blaze on every hill,
I am the queen of every hive,
I am the shield for every head,
I am the tomb of every hope-
I am Eirias [ the sword]!
From Silver on the Tree
By Susan Cooper
Critics welcome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a talented young lady 10 Chris