Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
-Carl Sandburg
දිනමිණ 31/05/2016, වසත් සුළඟ අතිරේකය
I like this so much.... it's great :)
ReplyDeleteAnd found this quote by him too "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance"
yes, I like this one too, but most of Carl's poems are hard to translate. Thanks for the quote, I will add it to my collection :)
Deleteරස වින්දෙමි...ඔබේ පරිවර්තනයත් සමගම එහි මුල් නිර්මාණයත් පාඨකයාට කියවීමට ලියා තැබීම ඉතාමත් වටිනා වැඩක්. ඒ ගැන ස්තූතියි!!!
ReplyDelete//////Beautiful, unanswerable questions./////
ස්තූතියි අරුණ! :)
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