There will be time to follow
Floating its way tomorrow
Onward for instance ticks
And every moments slicks
Rise to the rise and go
Give every mood of glow
That is inside this all
Daydreaming roads and trawl
Somewhere I'll be out there
Giving of me to share
Like the tinctures bled
With every blooming bed
Strangers come here and see
Each of my lines accompany
They are all made for you
Message to get on through
Will you accept my gift?
Spirits of your own to uplift
Time is so inside cold
Slippery on to hold
With every move it takes
And sentiments that it awakes
But I shall forgive you now
If you will lift your brow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear… Thanks so much - … ravens sing alone through routes in winters shone - Odin gave it tone: “a lamb is given that from the heard is driven and frost has riven” krúnk! krúnk! kalt er í ári (croak! croak! cold are the times) “As we came through the gate to look at the few new lambs On the skyline of lawn smoothness, A raven bundled itself into air from midfield And slid away under hard glistenings, low and guilty…” (4 first lines from, Ravens by Ted Hughes)