Today I
only know
That I have
failed to write my name
on the bark
of the black cypress,
in the graveyard
with the fallen leaves,
Nor did I
eat the fruit
Of sweetest
life endeavours.
Many a time
a spark of genius
Has crossed
the sky and died away
In a walk
between my fingers.
All I had
to do was lift my hands
And plunge
my face into the vault of heaven.
Is this
what I was told the day
When I ate
my piece of knowledge?
Has
anybody, ever, listened
To the song
of the fallen goldfinch?
I know some
day his singing will stop
But he’ll
live in the moss and the bossoms,
Like me in
the black cypress
Fed of a
million tears of joy.
My God, mister Ridao:
ReplyDeleteThe cypress are the three what I more like!
More times what you not reading in your english's blog.
Eyes!! I nont utilised never the traslation!!!
Congratulations, Joseph-Michael!
A lot of time, Dyhego. Thanks! I´m impressed with your English. Eyes to the date!: In a couple of months, you'll start reading Shakespeare in latvian.
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ReplyDeleteI make the efforts but the english is very much complicated for me. An day I will take class.
Latvian ir langage stupid, I like spoken and writen and reading germanian!
Hugs.
Germanian is the language of the future, don´t doubt it. I give you six months to master it before we all start speaking like Merkel and friends...
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