A Dirge
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo's calling
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.
Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
You should have died at the apples' dropping,
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I would like to translate this poembeautifully written the dirge- the time, good and bad time live together what is good time or bad time no one can fix perfectly but, yes, on the base of present situation everyone defines it as good or bad birth and death on good or bad time no one defines exactly but sometimes it seems the birth comes to the time of scarcity the death comes to the time of gloomy
Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Very poetic. tony
Life and death! Seasons and reasons. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A great tribute paid to the dear one who had departed for heavenly abode. A great classic.
Most amazing pieces of questions...poetry has a way of finding the best puzzles. Thank you for sharing.
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'And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.' - And appropriate end to a sad and somber poem. A good selection as the 'Classic Poem of the Day'.