in the tempest of it all
drawn from summer to fall
in an ode to the dead
in the unrest tosses in bed
it is now complete
life and death in me to meet
peace and suffering
within me the new year ring
in the arms of fair and love
loveliest are you from above
the envy of all the stars
the one who soothes my scars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem