375: My attempt at translation...;P
(The original is Antoine-Vincent Arnault's "Le feuille", via Giacomo Leopardi's "Imitazione". This'll be goin' in the BBC, just so y'all know. *winknudge*)
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The Leaf
Torn from your stem,
Poor shriveled leaf,
Where are you going?-I do not know.
The storm has shattered the oak
That alone was my support.
Led by the inconstant breath
Of the zephyr and the north wind
I have wandered since that day
Through forest and plain,
From mountain to valley;
I go where the wind goes
Without lament or fright;
I go where everything goes,
Where goes the rose petal
And the laurel leaf.
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The Leaf
Torn from your stem,
Poor shriveled leaf,
Where are you going?-I do not know.
The storm has shattered the oak
That alone was my support.
Led by the inconstant breath
Of the zephyr and the north wind
I have wandered since that day
Through forest and plain,
From mountain to valley;
I go where the wind goes
Without lament or fright;
I go where everything goes,
Where goes the rose petal
And the laurel leaf.
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