How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
Translated by James Wright
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Comments2Dang, "love can die" part hit hard 😔💔
REALLY STRUCK BY THE "NOT A FIRE THAT CAN WARM ME" LINE. REMINDS ME OF WHEN I FIRST READ IT AS A KID. ALWAYS REMINISCENT OF COLDER, LONELIER TIMES. POIGNANT YET BEAUTIFULLY SAD.