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HEXGIRLSUNN
Guest
Finally, he said, "you know I love you right?"
And I said, "yes."
And he said, "and you know that I would never want to hurt you?"
And I braced myself, because nobody ever says that unless they're about to hurt you.
- sue zhao
And I said, "yes."
And he said, "and you know that I would never want to hurt you?"
And I braced myself, because nobody ever says that unless they're about to hurt you.
- sue zhao
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Fallenangellexi
Guest
Hugs you tight. Thank you.
Alexander Pushkin translation of I loved you
:
I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
:
I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
Translation of Spleen from Baudelaire
Spleen
When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid
On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui,
And from the all-encircling horizon
Spreads over us a day gloomier than the night;
When the earth is changed into a humid dungeon,
In which Hope like a bat
Goes beating the walls with her timid wings
And knocking her head against the rotten ceiling;
When the rain stretching out its endless train
Imitates the bars of a vast prison
And a silent horde of loathsome spiders
Comes to spin their webs in the depths of our brains,
All at once the bells leap with rage
And hurl a frightful roar at heaven,
Even as wandering spirits with no country
Burst into a stubborn, whimpering cry.
— And without drums or music, long hearses
Pass by slowly in my soul; Hope, vanquished,
Weeps, and atrocious, despotic Anguish
On my bowed skull plants her black flag.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
This is Spleen, translated into Japanaese put to music, but it Baudelaire
Spleen
When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid
On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui,
And from the all-encircling horizon
Spreads over us a day gloomier than the night;
When the earth is changed into a humid dungeon,
In which Hope like a bat
Goes beating the walls with her timid wings
And knocking her head against the rotten ceiling;
When the rain stretching out its endless train
Imitates the bars of a vast prison
And a silent horde of loathsome spiders
Comes to spin their webs in the depths of our brains,
All at once the bells leap with rage
And hurl a frightful roar at heaven,
Even as wandering spirits with no country
Burst into a stubborn, whimpering cry.
— And without drums or music, long hearses
Pass by slowly in my soul; Hope, vanquished,
Weeps, and atrocious, despotic Anguish
On my bowed skull plants her black flag.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
This is not much of a poem, but more a short story...
About two people, who were eachothers Sun.
He was her Sun in the East, where the Ocean began.
She was his Sun in the West, where the Ocean ended.
Every day the two waited.
She waited until he came out of the Ocean in the East.
He waited until she went down into the Ocean in the West.
For they knew the Ocean was Beautiful, Strong and had a will of it’s own.
About two people, who were eachothers Sun.
He was her Sun in the East, where the Ocean began.
She was his Sun in the West, where the Ocean ended.
Every day the two waited.
She waited until he came out of the Ocean in the East.
He waited until she went down into the Ocean in the West.
For they knew the Ocean was Beautiful, Strong and had a will of it’s own.