Living
On the Danube
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Selected Lyrics
Living
Tell me. old stream, how oft thy bosom strong
Is cleft by storms and ships that glide along?
How deep and wide these rifts! On heart of man
Inflict such wounds no grief or passion can.
Yet, when the ship is gone the storm is o'er,
The stream rolls smoothly, showing rifts no more.
But when the human heart is cleft, no calm
Lan heal the wound or bring it aught of balm.
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MLA
Petőfi, Sándor. “On the Danube.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/36/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “On the Danube.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/36/.
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