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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*Another one of my translations of A. Pushkin. The final flowers are more dear Than charming maidens in the field And the dejected aspirations They reawake in us with life Thus sometimes separation’s strife Is livelier than love’s occasions "I will not whole die, my soul in sacred lyre, will outlive my dust and will escape decay, And in the moonlit sphere, my glory will not tire As long as poets still remain" A. Pushkin |
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4eva_at_heart Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 238 |
that is a beautiful verse! please keep up with the translations,they are gorgeous! such a delicate way with words  Bec  i never thought i'd die alone, i laughed the loudest who'd have known? i traced the cord back to the wall, no wonder it was never plugged in at all i took my time, i hurried up the choice was mine i didn't think enough I'm too depressed to go on, you'll be sorry when i'm gone I never conquered, rarely came 16 just held such better days Days when i still felt alive, we couldn't wait to get outside The world was wide, too late to try The tour was over i'd survived I couldn't wait till i got home, to pass the time in my room alone I never thought i'd die alone, another six months I'll be unknown Give all my things to my friends, you'll never set foot in my room again You'll close it off, board it up Remember the time i spilled the cup Of apple juice in the hall, please tell mum this is not her fault I never conquered, rarely came But tomorrow holds such better days Days when i can still feel alive, when i can't wait to get outside The world was wide, the time goes by The tour is over, i've survived I can't wait till i get home, to pass the time in my room alone 'Adam's Song' Blink 182 |
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anonymousfemale Member Elite
since 2000-02-02
Posts 2797Limbo |
Master: This is yet another nice translation. The simple theme is written so delicately and precisely. Nice job once again. ~AF~ "Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement." Christopher Fry |
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