How heavy the days are. There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since I learned in my heart that Love can die. Translated by James Wright Submitted by Holt
Added: 2 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 8:03 PM | Viewed: 4658 times
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