Suddenly lost, snatched from the sky,
Killed so cruelly by a cruel fate.
That she should die,
This light-bringer, this utterly free-
As-a-bird-in-the-air young beauty;
That she should die
And all her charm and kindness and generosity
Should vanish from the ends of the earth -
How can I believe it? How can I believe it
And not be reconciled to the terrible feeling
That there is no sense in life,
Nor love, nor light?
She was alive, oh, so alive!
And nowhere will I find such a precious quality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am now a lost sonnet this is a well written poem and it describes me