I have but to lament the slaughter
Of my deep dearest feelings.
I could not, I dared not,
Avoid such a death,
For they had
Only to
Die. -
I bore out of my heart their blues
Alone they would not live
And the soul’s attempt
To befuddle an end
Was only vain,
Quite like
I. -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey girl, I read this poem and the other you posted today titled ' the poet' and i must say, you have an originality about your work that is refreshing.. you seem to have a good mind in your head, always observing what is not seen...well done, keep this enigmatic air about you.