Under its banner by two sibyls bourne
Impenetrable like stars in the morn
Or Divine Will on earth, trudge dubious
Of Fate, men who their remorseless fates scorn!
A beautifully crafted humor with one who depends on fate. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem, sir James...10+++++++++