Death & Dying
Discarded Lute
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Cypress Leaves from the Grave of Dear Ethel
Death & Dying
Discarded now it hangs upon the wall
The lute, on which my grief I sang away
For thee, sweetheart, who in thy funeral pall
Within this grave imprisoned art for aye.
There is the lute, discarded, on the wall,
Brooding in silent woe. if e'er it sings
It will not be the lute's harmonious call,
It will be but the sound of snapping strings.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Discarded Lute.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/34/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “Discarded Lute.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/34/.
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