How Heavy The Days


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,

Stars look desolately down,

Since I learned in my heart

Love can die.

Translated by James Wright

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