And the serpent went to Eve
and asked of the creatures:
How shall I call them?
To God, they answer
as to an arrow that draws them inward.
But to me, a little magick, perhaps- a word
to bind them on our tongue, a name,
to make them ours forever.
What are their names, dear Eve?
Sit a while and think on them,
as we pass the day together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice meandering little poem Jason. Just like the day, hopefully. 10 from Tai