Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
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for my cousin Slavka
'And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort:
thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.'
St Luke, VIII, 48
The cold wind blew outside,
on the day you left, my sister,
a day like this,
and the last leaves
of the old maple left with you!
They clothed in gold and crimson
your discreet, your modest departure!
In vain the sun labours to erase my sorrow,
in vain the moon pours its soul
into my eyes
and tries to ease my sadness!
Like rose petals
that fall into my hands
I know not where to go!
The day runs away
and it's already evening,
the mauve evening
that comes to caress
my greying hair!
O ferryman
of the river of eternal
sky!
When my Lord has come
hide your oars well!
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
22.09.06.
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