The Cloak
Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Richard Farina wrote a song called Pack Up Your Sorrows... I recalled it while reading this wonderful poem.