As one herald of life starting anew,
While in Hadean realms just inches deep,
To break lethargic spells, the time is due
To rise, and seek the light, from buried sleep;
Before too long Persephone returns,
To bring back life to all that lies dormant,
And only when the seeds break from their urns,
Will Earth expose the risen shoots extant;
But upper life is too much to contend,
Doubly harder than that of one below;
While underneath, should Death call the seed's end,
Already, it's entombed, no one would know;
.......Shoots die and lie unburied on the ground,
.......Seeds merely fade, unknown, not to be found.
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I would like to translate this poem
Thought provoking, nice write!