"As If She Still Is Here" (2)

a translation-a second try.

Лежит она и день и ночь
Печальна и одна
Тайн нет, сны улетели прочь, 
И плоть обнажена.

С костями корни трав сплелись
Вечны, как щебет птиц.
И розы прорастают ввысь,
Между ее глазниц. 

Пронесся дождь-на лепестках
Появится слеза,
Как будто плачут по любви
Потухшие глаза

Как будто здесь еше она,
И ей раскрыт секрет
О том, что нет любви конца,
И значит смерти нет. 

*

Paul Wittenberger

sorry…I went to distance myself, and this here is the result…best intentions, and all that….)) I’m like a gramophone that got stuck…

**dear subsribers, bear with me- as you anyway “dream of me either loved or killed, because the town too small”, or dream of me not at all, in short what can I say, to redeem myself? Nothing.

Maybe it’ll be blissful days of rest from me and my emails, maybe it’ll come soon, maybe very soon, maybe it’ll be me with the secret, maybe it’ll be a different one. Maybe you wanna tell me a secret, maybe it’s not a secret. Maybe I know it maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m not feeling well, as some of my acquaintances would put it, years ago. (they usually met me sometime after psychiatric hospitalization). That’s very likely.

In any case. I do value your presence, comments, and opinions, more than I can say-so please share with me, if you feel like it. It means a world to me.

As in the previous post too-the original text by Paul can be found here.

Please respect it, when/if answering-it’s hard on an author as is…believe me.

I’m very grateful if you a) read till here. I’m , like “wow”. Give me a sign?

and b) weigh in on which attempt you like more/less/ neither-and why, if possible?

Of course,

Paul Wittenberger

is the first person to be asked about that.

**I think I’ll make an exception and restack this post too-for the same reason as the previous one.

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