Farewell
“Et quand tu seras console (on se console toujours) tu seras content de m'avoir connu. “
/Le Petit Prince . Antoine de Saint-Exupery/
„From nowhere with love, on the enth of marchember...“ (J. Brodsky)
The weaver of the destinies sent you
My way from those obscure Illyrian fields,
And our olden souls have recognised
And hailed each other...
Maybe our paths
Had crossed in one of our previous lives
Or are to cross in one of our next...
But never, never in this life again.
And out of all vastnesses you came
So statuesque in all your ivory grace,
And I submerged into your umber glance,
And hundredfold I willingly in pain
Will pay for every second that I‘ve spent
Under your sun...
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Саша Казаков 16.08.2021 05:40 Заявить о нарушении
thank You so much for your attention and your commentary!
Coz´ the absence of a beautiful human being that touched your heart hurts a lot...
Coz´ the pain is the price of getting emotionally attached in spite of knowing better...
Coz´ the acceptance is the first step of coming to terms with the loss.
And it‘s really „umber“, not „amber“. Umber like in „1. any of various natural brown earths containing ferric oxide together with lime and oxides of aluminium, manganese, and silicon See also burnt umber
2. any of the dark brown to greenish-brown colours produced by this pigment“
(Collins Dictionary)
Н.Н. 16.08.2021 10:26 Заявить о нарушении