They hang motionless from the gallows
Pale bodies every one
They are feet swayed by the breeze
And spiritless hands
Such holy weathered hands
Oh how they do freeze
Farewell to an era done
And farewell to the era that follows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again, excellent Hubert. I really dig your style. concise, profound. keep them coming, for the benefit of the whole. best care, susanj