Стихи и рассказы в категории Death. Читать онлайн

The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
It’s colorful buds peeking from the Earth,
Having no voice as it looks to the sun.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.

I will remember your face
Your smile
Your red lipstick
You calling my name

Don't go gentle into that good sea
Inside the chapel
A shark awaits baptism
Sea!No oceans in transoxiana,but

Dear Charlie,
my honey bun, my sugar plum
you make me happy when I’m glum
my heart flutters at the mention of your name,

All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.

The bugle screamed through the air,
The sound of cimmerian despair,
Hundreds of weary, homesick lads,
Lay dying on blankets and pads.

Smoke me like a cigarette
kiss me one more time
before I wisp away
like ash.

Порожнеча, не зачаївшись ніде, крім глибин затінених душ,
Падає на календар. Вона протікає, мов туш,
Ніби янголи, що летять з небес, проходячи крізь стіни й бійниці,
Порожнеча - сама собі тінь та світло,

The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;

She wears a long black gown -
A sign of memory
For people who drown
In reality,

who would’ve thought
that I would became a sloth,
lost in an island full of lonely ghost,
waving in ocean waiting to be save by the coast...

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:

Wrap me up into thy arms
Thou adorest to see me mourn
Everything seems dull, as if I'm charmed
To thy, I have always been forced