Epitaphe. Poem by Michael Walker
Epitaphe.
Je m'efforcai longtemps
mon amour etait fort
condamne d'avance je luttai
mon sort deforme.
Je vivai et j'aimai
je riai je soupirai
le mensonge dissolu
au repos je me couche.
Vous qui lisez
ne sois pas decourage
de la vie ou de l'amour
par ceci ma parole.
-'Epitaph'. A.R.D. Fairburn. (1904-1957) .From 'A.R.D.Fairburn.
Selected Poems', ed. by Mac Jackson, pp.117,118.
In a local cemetery the other day, I saw this epitaph below the young man's dates and closest relatives: 'Lived. Loved. Left'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/12/2026 12:49:17 AM # 1.0.0
It sounds like ancient greek epitaphs found on anthologies of the fourth c. a.d.//Your frence verse equally beautiful.