28.04.2024
Leconte de Lisle - Le dernier souvenir Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
The Last Memory
I have lived, I am dead. - With my eyes wide open,
Running to the fanthomless pit, I see nothing,
Slow like an agony and grave like an aspen.
Still, pale, at the bottom of a somber funnel,
Constantly, from time to time, I am descending
Through the Mute, Immobile, and Dark tunnel.
I think without feeling. The test is a done thing.
What is life really? Was I minor or old?
Sun! Love! - Nothing, nothing. Go, flesh and resigning!
Tossing and sinking, go! Vacuum is very cold
In my eyes, and oblivion gets much denser.
What delusion! No, no, I'm truly dead. That's bold.
What about this ghost, this cry, this scar of horror?
That must have happened to me in times quite remote.
Oh night! Night of the void, take me! - Fact is matter:
Someone ate my heart. I recall this ancient note.
equirhythmic
metered
poetic
rhyming
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