To my sister

Athena
To love and spring an ode I sing.

To youth, and youth at heart, and smiles

To joy! I lift my goblet, let us drink!

To you -- and all your charming wiles.



My sister, you and I, as different as the world

me: spring - with thunder, lightning, and snow.

You, dear "All", will never grow old

a brook of laughter, where I weep and pine



I spur my soul on to greater depths,

to find meaning in this world of ours

I look at you and see your joys. Regrets -

they fall from you, like petals fall from flowers...



Let’s drink to spring, to life, to poesy!

A song of loving hearts, a bottle of red wine -

communion of souls in loving harmony

A melody of spring, bright, verdant, and divine.

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