o, bright, my dandelion kings, how bright
in the softly falling rays of the morning sun-
o, bright as the sun rose high, unmoved in its
ascent by your quick steps and happy noise
you shone, and i, so helpless, watched you shine
as we sat away from the chaos, so far from
your trouble, suspended as high as the still-rising sun;
i, dismayed, could not want to return you there
protect these hearts! enscribe the beauty of today
into the minds whose fragile innocence must bear such pain
o, keep their eyes this bright, their voices clamorous and clear,
surrounding me with crowns of yellow blooms
o, lead them home, and home, and home
i trust to you my dandelion kings,
for i cannot
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I would like to translate this poem
For some reason, I keep coming back to this one! Probably because it is really very striking-such a mood of light and splendor... and Marcus-ness. Great job. Want to see more, farris!