Monday, September 13, 2010

The Farewell

I plucked this sprig of heather
Autumn’s dead remember this
We’ll see each other no more on earth
Scent of time sprig of heather
And remember I await you


Apollinaire
translation © Jack Hayes 2010
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  1. Kat MortensenSeptember 13, 2010 at 6:17 AM

    I do love the simplicity of this. It has a sense of foreboding, but a whiff of hope as well. thanks for sharing your marvelous translation, John.

    Kat

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  2. UnknownSeptember 13, 2010 at 1:11 PM

    Thank you, Kat! Much appreciated.

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