segunda-feira, 29 de junho de 2009

'Now slumbers my soul '

The storm felled trees,
O, my soul was a forest.

Did you hear my cries?
Because your eyes stayed fearfully open.
Stars scattered night
In my forgotten blood.

Now slumbers my soul
Hesitating on tiptoe.

O, my soul was a forest;
Palms shadowed,
On the boughs hung love.
Comfort my soul in its sleep..

Else Lasker-Schüler
Translation english: Gary Bachlund

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