to the lark that make every sphere
and entered into the inmost nature
is the whole of chivalry in courtesy
and celebrated in the dance of the fairy?
the mountain of hope blooms
into the eternal white lightness
the promise was accustomed to dwell
on the sides of the stone wall
summered with the breeze and the light
what gorgeous oracles haven yields on this text
I wish it to be sound and sweet
I shall have the manhood in the swift
for everything you have missed
whilst the hero is despised
pleasant things are steadily counteracted
whilst the love refuses to be divided
(with great admiration to Kate Chopin's The Awakening)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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