You remember that day, that bright October day
when you my Lord, and my youthful lover argued endlessly
Do you remember that day?
When dawn sung her song of infidelity
interfering with the river's harmony.
I remember that day!
You were fighting over my engagement day
remember what i said?
I said, there is no need to fight My Lord
my father gave me to you
way before he introduced me to my lover
and said to me, my child
he always keeps his promises
rest in peace, my child
in the arm's of Lord Thanatos.
My own translation of Emily Dickinson poem: 'Because i Could Not Stop for Death'
Thanatologic poetry…gloom…mournful ...metaphor galore…separation… Dark tunnel…resting in ‘…arm's of Lord Thanatos ‘O’ gosh! ! Painfully your type Mournfully 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good translation, death is definitely final. You have done a marvelous job with this poem. Good Write. Lynn