You may ring me out
Throw me down by your sheer force
But from the dusty road
like Maya Angelou still I rise
like Alan Edgar Poe
I hate I love
I rise I fall yet I fight
And all I do, I do alone!
if I see two roads
one is bent up and
the other is full of thorn
like Robert Frost I take one less trodden
and let it break into a new to meet me to my dreams
and I wish to hold them fast
Like Langston Hughes
For I would not like my life
should die without them
and laid dead upon a heap of sand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your invocation of these famous poets in this piece. Well done! (I am not fond of like a log, I feel the poem would be more powerful with that phrase omitted)