The Bird
de Leonid Dimov(2012)
1 min lectură
Mediu
Now what is the use
Of whispering to me all those words meant to soothe
When all of us meet with a fate that we cannot refuse
And therefore no one has the right
To tell the other: "It will be allright
Way out there, don't you worry,
Where death treads upon death with his glory
And there is no distinction between
Being and whatever has been..."
-translated by Florin Bican