Меринайнен (merinainen) wrote,
Меринайнен
merinainen

Продолжаю игру merelana

Что это за известное стихотворение в переводе?


The word, like a heavy stone,
Fell on my still living breast.
I was ready. I didn’t moan.
I will try to do my best.

I have much to do my own:
To forget this endless pain,
Force this soul to be stone,
Force this flesh to live again.

Just if not … The rustle of summer
Feasts behind my window sell.
Long before I’ve seen in slumber
This clear day and empty cell.
Скриню пока.
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