My heart is pierced against my soul,
Drawn on these gallows of despair
I furrow through the burrows of my sorrow-
Yet upon those angst of hope,
I refuse the accolade of fear
For I know my redeemer lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a lovely poem- introspective and philosophical. I have added it to my list of favorite poems. Thanks a lot.
Thank you