When your dark shadows haunt and loom
My wits turn sound of Life's great fertility;
When your python-embrace turns me to doom
I torch my day's unpartable magnanimity;
Things that are beyond the notice of my eyes
Crawl through my mind with a touch of royalty,
Scents whose wings do not awaken my sighs
Are then imbibed with uttermost loyalty;
In your bleaching fire as shall my husks break
In your smiting fancy thus my sanity melts,
A curse teaches us boon, my sinews wake
To sinew in all when your fangs sting my belts
Like a dream bites blood; as you heighten my birth
Let it build, as you do, my Death, you some worth.
When the dark shadows of Death like a python is about to strangle us, it is then that we think of the beauty of life.... that we wake up to its fertility and royalty....! I wonder if I have understood correctly....!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the dark shadows... this could've been better