Death & Dying
I Stood beside Her Grave
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Cypress Leaves from the Grave of Dear Ethel
Death & Dying
I stood beside her grave where she at rest...
Exhausted, I my arms crossed o'er my breast.
A statue like I stood beneath the sky.
I looked upon a grave with tearful eye.
The seaman stands upon the ocean's shore
And glances o'er the waves which loudly roar.
A beggar made of him the angry sea,
He bows his head at fate's cruel decree.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “I Stood beside Her Grave.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/15/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “I Stood beside Her Grave.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/15/.
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