There Was a Sweet Surge In Sadness this Dusk
What sweeter surge there be?
The Sadness Surge is sweet for in Pain
It brings a balm to wounds and heals.
And where the Heart throbs in fear
It brings strength to run after fear.
For Fear widespread so and grows-extends
That unless fought shall conquer all around
Without a sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem