I may be right
I may be holy
I may find strength
In something solely
I may not be
A thing at all
I may not see
And so soon fall
Whatever is
May be for nothing
Whatever comes
May do so loathing
The day it comes
The night it is
For brutal thought
Brings forth that kiss
That kiss of death
That song of mourn
That ripe dead heap
For those unborn
Will grieve my soul
Today and more
On this bright day
On this great shore
I may be right
I may be wrong
I may be weak
I may be strong
I may find love
I may find hate
I may fly high
Or lock that gate
I may not be
A thing at all
Just someone's thought
From some great hall
Eternal bliss
May here abode
But only for
The greatest load
Upon my shoulders
It was placed
I felt it not
I turned and faced
That deadly thing
That brought all hate
To me was waste
So brought but late
For I have known
A love so true
That nothing's gain
Will never undo
Never unlove
Never unbleed
Never be real
Never be
Never be
Ever
I may be wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem