Стихотворения и сонеты

LOVE has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!
But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; 5
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, —
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —  10
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Скорбь

С бесконечностью дождя
Горе в грудь стучит.
Люди корчатся от боли, —
Их рассвет найдет в покое.
Боль мою не успокоит
И не прекратит.

Люди встали, кекс едят, —
Я сижу, вздыхая.
Вялы и неторопливы,
Темно-бурые, как сливы,
Мысли: встать мне или сесть,
В город выйти, сливу съесть, —
Разница какая.

Sorrow

SORROW like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, —
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane, 5
Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down 10
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.