Thick is the darkness -
Sunward, O, sunward!
Rough is the highway -
Onward, still onward!
Dawn harbours surely
East of the shadows.
Facing us somewhere
Spread the sweet meadows.
Upward and forward!
Time will restore us:
Light is above us,
Rest is before us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
His dark poems deserve a special edition: masterful, all of them. Just read I am the Reaper and The Ways of Death... and this one is good as any. Rapidly becoming one of my favorite poets.