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Should you but fail at—Sea—
In sight of me—
Or doomed lie—
Next Sun—to die—
Or rap—at Paradise—unheard
I'd harass God
Until he let you in!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Sun, don't set...until you come back God will be harassed.... is this Emily? caught your thought? ...you are always different Emily...there is always something catchy, interesting and magical in your poems even if I don't get the meaning correctly....great 10++++