Give me a hand
give me a blow
give me some sand
let me simply lie low.
Give me a heart
give me painful darts
give me some truths
let me writhe in naked wooes
Give me an eye
lasering through misty skies
give me a hand
to trace through deserted lands
let me be wise
to see beyond the face;
let me be wise
to spell before my life dices.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem