They dwell where all have knelt;
and ground excerpts the sun,
and having bid the love of life goodbye
They turn the girdle with a world around,
the back,
those beads you see and nothing more.
They dwell where all have knelt;
Out about in shallow fields,
they're sown like crops of snow,
depressions deep about that sage too grow
and rose off lilies helped the church a bloom.
w.w.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very critical, yet a very easing poem :) VEry good