Though here I have been sappy
Though here I have been nutty
Only here the shadows beaming the light
The darkness blossoming in sight
As I am redden with black and white
Gloriously ill to none and none to strife
Of likeness in dreams where I am proper
A contender, a champion, a king, a lover
Though here I have been happy
Though here I have been silly
I will fly out like a raven to another paradise
Of which to seize more by surprise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem