Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
The Hour, and the Clime -
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!
She was phenomenal i love her words
Longing is like the Seed... really... and rerality...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nice simile! One of her best poems!