O! New Year
lo!
New roots to bloom anew!
Lest we wither...alas,
Yet...fortune!
All things resolute!
Lest we pollute...alack,
Arcane alleyways to muddle thru
Tho...I trow, that thereupon a garden grow!
And strewn about; the seeds I sow!
Lest someone wished to mow...
Begone I say to thee!
To and fro...I've nothing to show!
Yet...to know
To have known...knowing not
What's yet to be shown...
Is destiny, to own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem