Nature
Ye little, ye wee little birds
Translated by Joseph Štýbr (1920) · From Evening Songs (Večerní písně), trans. Štýbr (1920)
Ye little, ye wee little birds,
Ye song-dreamers in sleeping;
Does anyone of you there know
That I die here from weeping?
Dear moon, stop moving in the sky
Till I some solace gather;
My love’s fire’s extinct as art thou—
We both fit well together.
The last flame flickers to die out,
All that’s left are words hollow;
Yet I would blow all to new life,
Though nought but grief should follow.
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MLA
Hálek, Vítězslav. “Ye little, ye wee little birds.” Translated by Joseph Štýbr. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/halek/50/.
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Hálek, Vítězslav. “Ye little, ye wee little birds.” Translated by Joseph Štýbr. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/halek/50/.
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