I once knew Cleopatra;
I let her sail away
upon her ship from Actium
to live another day.
Witch eyes and wishful longing,
the purple sails and plain,
that carried us to Actium
can't carry us again.
I once knew Cleopatra;
there's poison in the truth:
I let her go at Actium
to find a serpent's tooth.
Great moments of history always present by the beautiful way of poesy.Congratulations, dear.
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I would like to translate this poem
A sad but great poem...10 points