To you I write, the greatest muse,
To you I write these words of fame.
Without your hand great armies loose,
And every battle is a shame.
And in the tide of battle, when
All men and horses merge in one,
You give your wreath to single man,
And troops opposing him do run.
You can rise private to a general,
And then you’ll put him in his grave.
So no one will attend his funeral,
Although he was so kind and brave.
To Victoria
© Copyright: Basantsov Robert, 2003
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This will be my next translation! Terrific! Just the same thoughts I have. I've got even such a poem. I'll publish it very soon. Best wishes to you my dear poet!
Always yours, Julia.
Моя Любовь 24.08.2003 11:21 • Заявить о нарушении
Always yours, Julia.
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