Death & Dying
Where Art Thou?
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Cypress Leaves from the Grave of Dear Ethel
Where art thou wild and reckless boy, —
My old good humor, cheer and joy? .
Thy sister with her woefilled face,
Did she crowd thee out from the place?
My heart had been thy toy, thou played
Therewith, and with the swiftness made
By arrows shot into the air
Thou and my heart went everywhere.
Until we stumbled o'er a grave, —
We felt, alas! we could not save-
Ourselves. That toy, to thee confined
— My heart — I broken left behind.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Where Art Thou?” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/13/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Where Art Thou?” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/13/.
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