As I approach the hearth, dilapidated ashes grave
leering evermore, pensive residue, wooden stave
Subservient maniacal, empty poultice
Chimney's harrowing winter's solstice
Lenient stance, the yielding heart mourns
Would not thou present her placid adorns?
One's turning head awaits door's request
I wish her the key, pacify heart's unrest
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I would like to translate this poem
To pacify the smouldering embers of pain.. I like this one....