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My Hamlet
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My Hamlet |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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This is a translation of B. Pasternak The clamor ceased. I walked onto the stage. While leaning on a jamb, through cheers, I’m grasping in the distant echo’s sage, What will occur during my years. The twilight of the night has gathered Like thousands binoculars on me. If so you’re willing, Father, Then take this cup away from me I love your plan, so firm and stubborn And I agree to play this role. But as of now, there’s another drama, This time, expel me, I implore. But the predestined plot proceeds, I cannot alter the direction of my path. And I’m alone, all sinks in phariseeism. To live a life—is not an simple task. |
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