The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.
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other translation of this poem !
From guest moses (contact)
last month i saw a film by julian bream about the history of guitar development that begins by reading this beautiful poem by narrator but with different words & clauses in english ! i do believe that version was a little more beautiful than this one & i am in search of exact words of it & name of its translator ! i make a great thanks to everyone who could help me about that ? -
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From guest Shez (contact)
I think that this poem is describing life starting with birth up until death. I think it is trying to show the darker more distressing side of life. The lines, " The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it." Are describing the crying of a baby, and as the poem progresses it shows life up to death. But im not sure this is just what i felt from this poem. -
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Hey
From guest Scott (contact)
Can Some one please explain to me what this poem is trying to say? I am still new to poetry i am having very difficult time understanding. Thanks -
From guest cassie (contact)
I am supposed to be memorizing this poem in my english class but some of the words on here are different from in my text book. Are you sure this one is correct?? -
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what was the origin?
does anyone know what the origin was?
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