When what's to come confronts what's been before,
Soon after, twilight, as the evening falls,
Today exits, as seen outside the door,
Tomorrow peeps behind the midnight walls;
And what about events that we forgot
On face of fantasies marauding by?
For might new love, whose fancy flies a lot,
Its dreams, that soar, would find so clogged a sky;
But Past remains as Present's main support,
As though to trees, the anchors, served by roots,
While stems, all for themselves, the heights purport,
Below are stays that firmness so promotes;
.....My past, collated every now and then,
.....Might come in handy should life starts again.
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I would like to translate this poem
Well written sonnet - you may like to read my small collection of sonnets. A good read.