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* I Chelch Vinui *
Sant nín firn ne daw hen
Firith i nagnir dín
Cennin i meril
nyrn a silivren ned aur
gennin vi uir then
Heledh gelair, thlain a ú-vell
i ristannen na i thûl voewain
Meril velin, laiss velin, dannol
Dengin a thoe caethar i thraiw
tailch ben-dhýl mibiel i harch în
Thûl dhem, a tegin i naid nín e-hant
I hant nín firn ne daw.
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* First Frost *
(original poem)
My garden died tonight
A victim of the seasons
I saw the roses
hard and brittle in the morning
captured in ephemeral eternity
A crystal thin and tender
that shatters at the lightest breath
Yellow roses, yellow leaves, falling
Slake and rotting lie the bodies
headless stems kissing their grave
I sigh and fetch my rake and barrow.
My garden died tonight
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* The First Bitter Cold *
(word for word translation)
My garden died this night
The season of fading it's slayer
I saw the roses
hard and glittering white in [the] morning
caught in a short eternity
Brilliant glass, thin and not strong
that is cleaved by the softest breath
Yellow roses, yellow leaves, falling
Slain and rotten lie the bodies
headless stems kissing their grave
A sad breath, and I bring my garden things
My garden died during [the] night
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