So, he and she, and suddenly the fear
of how silently time river runs,
and so approachless is the bank, so near.
(And Sapho — fairy — will be fady grass.)
And he had died, and she remained alive:
oh, loneliness, as if in dirty dress
you live so long among so many aliens!
(And Sapho — fady — will be fairy grass.)
Conception darkness bears inherent grasp:
there’s silence for the dead, for living — trust;
and Sapho — fady — will be fairy grass,
and Sapho — fairy — will be fady grass…
Timeless story
© Copyright: Нэтти Бампо, 2002
Свидетельство о публикации №102021200713
Свидетельство о публикации №102021200713
Рецензии
На это произведение написаны 4 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.