I am the womb of every holt, 
   I am the blaze on every hill, 
      I am the queen of every hive, 
         I am the shield for every head, 
            I am the tomb of every hope-
               I am Eirias [ the sword]! 
From Silver on the Tree
By Susan Cooper
Critics welcome.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
You are a talented young lady 10 Chris