Thursday, April 21, 2011
A Championship For Him
If you can wait, weep and explode,
Trust yourself afterwards with the law
And its letter, forcing the enemy to surrender.
You are losing yours, you blame it on him,
But he said, “Find me a mystery to solve.”
Do not lie to him, do not be a liar!
Let the times of the hour stain his loving caress,
From the patient pursuit ready.
I can not dare to supply the loss of a ruler,
This tyrant demands a championship and heroic title.