....this poem profoundly related to my life
The Course of Life
You too wanted better things,
but love forces all of us down.
Sorrow bends us more forcefully,
but the arc doesn't return to its point of origin without a reason.
Upwards or downwards!
In Holy Night,
where mute Nature plans the coming days,
doesn't there reign in the most twisted Orcus
something straight and direct?
This I have learned.
Never to my knowledge did you,
all-preserving gods,
like mortal masters,
lead me providentially along a straight path.
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