In the stillness,
Of the morning after,
I awake relieved to,
Be myself,
I am solitary,
Unchanged,
After the spilling,
Of first blood,
And hatefull words,
My heart beating,
Still my own,
Unbroken.
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I would like to translate this poem
This, my dear, is everything I most love about you. It's finally out, and you write so clearly and calmly and collected. And yet, I'm not afraid to admit you made me cry a little.