Throughout our life we wonder.
What lies ahead in Elysium,
beyond the triumphant arch?
Could it be Paris in springtime,
where gods and poets
stroll the boulevard?
Is it a place where art survives
the ravages of time and war,
a peaceful garden park?
May we rest there by the river,
where the sun is a golden cup
filled with eternal grace?
Why then am I afraid,
afraid to embrace deliverance,
where peace and justice abide?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So well hinted this life's grace!