Seconds strained at a long run,
Minutes succeeds, each taking its own turn:
Effort to bake a cake;
Coriander and sugar with which is make.
The Mighty Almighty had did thus,
Easy baking: void of force.
And then the cake is finished and Done.
Then, sent to be by an Angel bore,
To a maiden who'd for decades hunger.
That her salivation/fasting tarry no longer.
Yes, he arrived with the cake:
The Angel the cake to her gave.
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But...
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Have you baked the cake to
Be by you eaten so? :
Elating her heart, gotten to her lips,
And then drops on the ground, and the Angel did it pick?
18: 03: 19: 16: 19
Inspired by Edward Taylor's 'Upon wedlock, and Death of Children'. A poem of 1682.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem