Эпитафия На Смерть Мира Сего Poem by Alex G
Эпитафия На Смерть Мира Сего
Я вижу мира остовы,
Чей дух во ад сошел, увы.
Златая юность ввек ушла,
И возмужалость серебра
Железа встретила пора;
Нет смысла нрав ему пенять,
Событья жизни излагать,
Пытать, где вечный ему дом -
Мы знаем: спит он вечным сном.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I have not seen other language variants of that poem of Thoreau's, so here is my attempt to translate it into my native Russian.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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