Love
The Flute
From Quatrains and Translations
Love
Hark, what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains,
Without tongue, yellow-cheeked, full of winds that wail and sigh;
Saying, Sweetheart! the old mystery remains,--
If I am I; thou, thou; or thou art I?
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Codex Note
Translated by Emerson from Hilali
Cite this poem
MLA
Emerson, Ralph Waldo. “The Flute.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/emerson/222/.
Chicago
Emerson, Ralph Waldo. “The Flute.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/emerson/222/.
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