T (no first name) Wignesan
T (no first name) Wignesan Poems
The Last Hope, Translation Of Paul Verlaine's Sonnet: Dernier Espoir
There stands a tree in the cemetery
Thrusting itself up in total freedom,
By no means the fruit of bereavement –
Spreading itself out on stone unobtrusively.
In this tree, be it summer or winter,
A bird alights to trill clearly
It’s sad song of such fidelity.
This tree and this bird do us bind together:
You the object of my thoughts, I the absence
That time takes stock of in evanescence…
Ah! To live again propped up against your knees!
Ah! To be alive again! But stay yet awhile, my lover,
Let not the void be my chilling victor…
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Unquotable Quotes - Xvii
<b>Unquotable quotes - XVII
The more the spread of the Multi-Verse(s) , the less the possibility of purpose in our lives on earth.
In a world chock-full of people where almost everybody wants to be heard, be seen and be remembered, only fools listen to fools and the vain watch the vain and the duped remember the duped..
Only evil-doers think and act as though they can get away with it all for good.
Life humiliates ALL, so what's the difference if one rises or falls.
Every born being